black monday

so after our scorcese inspired weekend, i figured the stressful events were behind us. not so. everything was actually going pretty well. i woke up, bought some thank you notes that i would start in the afternoon, a very productive morning for me.

until.

about an hour into her 2 hour minimum nap, the badooga is crying - or frying and frying as she says. so i go up to find her lunch on her pillow. as if it were never inside her. so i told her to put it back. ha! just kidding, that is gross. anyway, she proceeds to "muke" 4 times in the next hour and a half. we get pretty efficient at getting it into the bucket by the 3rd time.

enter boy. crying way too early in his nap. uh daddy, can you take this one? as i'm handling an excellent little puker i can hear that we have 2 of them on our hands. apparently, mister a is standing in a small pool of his own lunch with very wet socks.

so now we start the tag team and i've got my girl and he's got his boy. its all going well until the people at the garage call. oh yeah, did i forget to mention that our routine OIL CHANGE turned into a $1300 visit? happy monday suckers. so i tell michael to go get the car and i just sit down on the floor with both of them. yes, the floor might be a strange choice but at this point its the easiest thing to clean.

so there we sit, bridget falls asleep hugging my leg like a panda and wakes every 15 minutes to puke, or at this point, dry heave. andrew is draped over my opposite shoulder and periodically barfs and has terrible gas. terrible. it smells. very. bad.

michael finally walks in the door and i say - hey, i think andrew may have gone to the bathroom and leaked a bit. he looks down and says, uh yeah, he did. so off he goes to swap out some laundry or something, i don't even remember. i remain trapped on the floor for another excrutiating 10 minutes. he finally walks in again armed with paper towels, a diaper, clothes and wipes and removes andrew and i get a look at the "leak".

let's just say there was WAY more poop on my now hot, wet pants than in the diaper. let's also just say that it was the first time in my 2.5 parenting years that i almost gagged. bleck!

after the babes - and me! - are cleaned up, they both seem to fall asleep on our respective laps. we decide that we may as well put them in bed, fully expecting it not to work. so down they go, and down they stay. empty little babies.

it was madness.