I had one of *those* mornings today. The kind when having two young kids sort of knocks you on your arse. Billy's out of town for work (and will be traveling for a day or two most weeks--whaa!) So, I was on baby duty all last night (usually he'll take the baby for me in the late evening so I can go to bed and get SOME sleep before she wakes up again). Then I got the 6:30am wake up call from Mr. Will (again, usually Billy manages Will in the morning so I can sleep in for another hour or so) and the day began. I noticed Evelyn was pretty congested again, so I called the pediatrician and got an appointment for 9:15 this morning. The rush began to get her fed, Will fed, me dressed (no shower mind you--greasy hair and face for me), and baby's diaper changed all the while asking Will 108 times to put on his shoes and socks.
So we get the doctor's office and while the pediatrician is examining Evelyn, Will shouts out "I need to go poopy!" Perfect. The doctor was sweet enough to watch Evelyn while I took Will to the bathroom. Since I was in a rush to get back, I didn't, um, wipe him as well as I normally would. We get back to the exam room and find out Evelyn does indeed have some sort of cold and an ear infection (for those of you keeping score, this makes two bouts of sickness in her short little six-week life).
We finally get loaded back into the car. Evelyn was screaming at the top of her lungs, wanting to be fed, while Will was screaming, "My booty itches! My booty itches!" all the way home.
I just had to laugh. Yes, the laugh of a crazy person, but laugh nonetheless....
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