24 Hours

I finished work yesterday morning and had to drop my car off to the garage in order to get my bumper fixed (from the time I got rear-ended 2 weeks ago). I had to wait for a good 30mins for the rental company to come pick me up, drive me to the rental place and sign all the paperwork before driving home in my rental car. I finally get home, have a quick bath and head off to slumberland.

A measly 4hrs later, I wake up. I feel drunk and hungover all at once at 2pm. Add to that my burning sore throat and I know I’m already praying for the girls to go to bed early. I go downstairs to meet up with Nanny. She has agreed to stay until 5pm, to help me out with the girls. ❤ her! She then proceeds to tell me Rina has been complaining of an earache and still has a fever. I wait until she wakes up from her nap and we head on out to the walk-in clinic. We get there at 4:15pm, and the receptionist tells me the doctor won’t be in until 5pm. We sit down and wait. Rina seems to have a burst of energy and I find myself questioning if this is at all necessary. I decide to suck it up and get her ears checked anyway. Good thing too, she has a blaring ear infection. We walk out with a prescription for antibiotics and go get it filled at the nearby drugstore.

Upon arriving back home, Nanny opens with this:

Weird thing. When Béa woke up from her nap, she was bottom naked and I couldn’t find her diaper anywhere. I’ve turned her room upside-down and cannot find it anywhere.

I go upstairs, check her entire room and cannot locate the mysteriously vanished diaper. I do find out that BeZU has wet her bed, so I proceed to change her bedding and put everything in the wash. Nanny helps out with dinner and then takes off for the night. I clean up, wolf down dinner for myself and we all head on upstairs for our communal shower. As I get the girls undressed, here’s what I find:

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Case of the mysterious disappearing diaper solved! Béa was wearing it around her waist, under another diaper AND a pair of undies. A girl can never be too safe! We shower, then relax on the couch before I put the girls down for what I hope will be  along night of peaceful sleep.

I come back downstairs, plop myself on the couch and watch The Bachelor while I knit for a little bit. I finally head upstairs to bed at 9:30pm after fighting to keep my eyes open for a good 30 mins. I fall asleep almost instantly. Such a glamorous life! Husband walks in sometime later, kisses me goodnight and we talk a little while before I fall back asleep.

1am, I get woken up by Rina walking in our room: “I can’t sleep Mommy!” Alright, climb in and go back to sleep. She keeps moving around, sniffling and couching… for the next 2 hrs before I’ve reached my limit and send her back to her own bed. I was planning on getting up at 5am to go to my Oly class, but I’m just too darn tired and sick. Ugh. Another Oly class missed. 😦

6:30am, Béa walks in, crying. I pull her into bed where she sits next to my head. After about 30mins, I feel something wet on my pillowcase and on my hand. It’s also on my shoulder. As any mom would do, I smell my hand: it smells like sh**. Literally.

I wake up at once, check Béa’s diaper and she has poop coming out of her back. Great. I pick her up, she’s crying, plop her into the bathtub where I strip her down and hose her down. We both head into the shower for a thorough rub down while Ben strips the bed for the second morning in a row. I forgot to mention BeZU puked mucus in our bed yesterday morning. I had poop on my shoulder. Yuk!

Ben puts everything in the washing machine and we head downstairs for breakfast. It’s still raining and I’m slowly getting angrier. Once breakfast is done, I head back upstairs, clean the bathtub and Ben and I fix our bed. I then do our budget for the month and tally Nanny’s pay cheque. All before 10am. I sure hope this day brightens up. At least, I have Crossfit to look up to tomorrow! The girls are now sitting quietly next to me.

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