It all started when Frances woke up on the wrong side of the crib this morning. From the time Andrew picked her up, it was clear that it would be a long day. Unless she was sleeping, she was grabbing her sweet little gums and fussing.
Barnes began spitting up before we had even gotten to our 9:00 nap. He proceeded to spit up at least 7 times throughout the day. He was fussy, clingy, and just not himself. When changing his diaper around 11:00, I discovered a rash. I took off his onesie and found the same rash under both of his arms and down one side. A viral rash, the pediatrician thinks. Awesome.
Needless to say, when the clouds broke and the sun began shining this afternoon, I strapped those babies in the stroller faster than you can imagine. The babies, the dogs and I all needed a little outdoor time. Since it had been raining all morning, I thought to myself, "I should stay really close to home just in case." With the sun beaming down and the first bit of peace and quiet I had experienced all day, however, my brain went into auto-pilot and I began my usual route. At the back of the neighborhood, something clicked. "How did I end up a mile from my house? I meant to just do loops....I should definitely turn around." That's when I felt the first rain drop. Within seconds, we were in a summer downpour.
Let me paint a picture for you. All day, Barnes had been pulling at my v-neck t-shirt, stretching the neck to the point that it was falling off one shoulder a bit revealing a little not-so-sexy sports bra. I am in the process of weaning from nursing, so this is not the opportune time for a wet t-shirt contest (or maybe it is...). As you can imagine, I looked a bit trash-tastic wading through the neighborhood with my double stroller and my two dogs, who now looked like tiny hamsters on leashes.
Finally in the safety of my own garage, I looked at my drenched babies and dogs and laughed. Yes...there was nothing left to do but laugh. That is, until in the process of trying to get the babies/dogs/mom dried, I stepped barefoot into a puddle of spit up. That's where the laughing ended.
Maybe the billable hour wasn't so bad.........