So, the hubs went out of town for work yesterday. I thought no big deal
I have done tons of bed times solo what is one more (three this week)? All went
well. Crisis averted. As I was doing the morning routine I was listening to the
radio and "Hey, Soul Sister" came on and I was instantly transported
back to three years ago and finding out we were having twins and the joy I
felt. As I was thinking "Hey, I should blog about this and make my life
seem awesome" the following occurs.
All three kids pooped at the same time as Katie was screaming to be
fed. As I get through that crisis and feed the baby both boys are nowhere to be
found. I finish feeding Katie and then find them in the kitchen playing with a
huge bottle of hand sanitizer. So now that I'm freaked out and calling poison
control the baby throws up all over the couch. Apparently a 32 pound child can
have four teaspoons before it becomes dangerous. I get the baby and G changed
since they are both soaked for different reasons and then the speech therapist
shows up. I guess I'm not getting that mother of the year award anytime soon.
