Put this mama to bed! It's just been one of those days. Poor Mike had to work open to close today so he won't be home until late, even though he got very little sleep since he was up with RSV victim #3 (Nathan). Sadly, I was no help as I was up the whole night before with RSV victim #2 (Suzy).
So two sleep deprived parents, one at work and one at home. The one at work dealing with crabby customers. The one at work dealing with a very sick, very crabby, very lingy, very fevery Nathan.
Then Gavin gets gouged in the cheek with a tent pole, leading to a 45 minute disaster. Don't ask, because I have no idea. All I know is that six paper towels, two text messages to the pediatrician and one desperate call begging the hubby to come home, later... Gavin is doing fine. He's going to look gnarly in the morning though. Did I mention that Nathan totally freaks out at the sight of blood and hates when the kids get hurt? What? I forgot? Oh, well Nathan totally FREAKS out at the sight of blood.
So here it is, almost 7pm, and Caeden comes down to remind me that he hasn't eaten dinner yet. Then the intense wave of nausea and a few kicks from Little Red reminds me that I haven't eaten dinner yet either. Cold cereal anyone? Oh wait, Caeden doesn't like cereal...crud...um, toaster waffles anyone?
I'm ready for 8pm kisses and snuggles and bedtime stories and prayers (cause holy toledo do we need one tonight) and off to bed. Then could someone please come tuck me in and give me a drink of milk and pat my back and send me to bed? Pretty please?