This is what I'm talking about!

My day. If I don't write this down, I'll think back on this time and never believe it was actually so crazy. It's 3pm and I'm still in my pjs. I'm wearing makeup from yesterday. Hair is in a ponytail and I'm so close to raiding the fridge and gorging on caramel cake I made over the weekend for a birthday party. This morning I managed to remember our 9:30am doc appt for Jack at exactly 9:18am. I was changing Austin's diaper when it hit me. See, the real kicker about this is that I went to Jack's 9:30 am doctor's visit. Yep. We were there, on time, but little did I know that I was a WEEK EARLY. Yes. So it's REAL funny that a week later, I forget the damn appt. We've been rescheduled for Wed.

The rest of my morning was pretty ok and typical. Got Austin fed, managed to clean the kitchen (sort of) and fold the 2 loads of laundry I had hidden in my closet over the weekend (had company over on Saturday - had to hide the mess). Fed Austin lunch, Jack took his nap, all good. Then it came time for Austin's nap at 1pm (later than usual b/c he'd slept in a bit this morning). He pooped right before, which I thought was great b/c he'd have a nice clean diaper and nice clean bowels which would make for a nice long nap ;-) Over the next hour I had to go into his room time and time again b/c he wasn't sleeping. He was talking to himself in his weird Austin jargon and keeping himself awake. First I took away Elmo (sleeping buddy #1). Then it was Pooh Bear, then it was Monkey, then his bad attitude with me got his blanket AND pillow removed. I decided to let myself eat lunch (frozen dinner) while I nursed the baby. Austin cried the whole time from his room, then settled down. I managed to get Jack to sleep, then I heard Austin still talking (almost sounding possessed - yep, it's creepy). I walked into his room and there was a poop fiasco waiting for me. That's what I've decided to call these events and yes, they happen all the time. Only this time it was a major mess. The next 45 min were spent with me chasing him around the house, throwing him in the shower (a nice, cold one), removing monkey, blanket and pillow and sheets to the washing machine (I'd given him back some items when he promised to sleep), and finally cleaning, scrubbing and disinfecting the crib and floor around the crib. There were some major bad attitude episodes that got him spanked, too. Then I got Austin washed up and dressed, I put clean sheets on the crib and then it was nap time, round 2.

Only he's not asleep. He's talking to himself. I'm about to go in and force him to settle down by rocking with him. Now here comes the experience part. I've been through this before and I know exactly what will come next. I'll rock him and get him to sleep, somehow, and just as I close the room to his door Jack will wake up and need me. Now, if I was a stay-at-home mom, this wouldn't be a problem, as crazy and disfunctional as it's been. But I'm a WORK-FROM-HOME mom. I've got a cool 4+ hours of work that I HAVE to have done by tomorrow morning. :-( I guess I'll be up late tonight.

It all still beats having my kids grow up in day care, I guess.