Alternately Titled: Crap!
This morning, my 2nd child slipped into bed with me at 6 a.m. He proceeded to pepper me with questions off and on, as I slipped in and out of sleep, until 7 a.m. when his brothers came downstairs.
They were full of energy but I was not.
I was relieved that my 3rd son was busily wrestling with his brothers. The night before he had a fever of 100. He was all arms and legs and jumping on his 9 year old brother. And, he really wanted to play soccer in the rain.
It was pouring rain.
My daughter has been sick. I woke her up at 9. She was so congested and it hurt to talk. She refuses to clear her throat or cough because it hurts. It didn't take much to convince her brothers to get busy trying to make her laugh. Laughter clears a throat just as much as coughing.
At 9:30 I decided to call my neighbor. She was an angel to me. She took my little girl so she wouldn't have to sit in the rain watching soccer games.
At 10:30 my 3rd son started playing.
Sometime after 11, a friend arrived at the field to take my oldest to his game, which was in a neighboring town at the same time as my 2nd son's game.
At 11:30, my 3rd son's game ended. The person that was supposed to bring the snack didn't show for the game. My boys were hungry.
I realized I hadn't fed my oldest lunch or provided a lunch for him.
I ran home for some dry clothes for my 3rd son because he was coughing a lot and I figured getting him warm and dry would be best. We also stopped by McDonalds.
We were almost at the field when I proudly told my 2nd son that he was going to be early enough to warm up before the game. It was only 12:15 and he was going to have 15 minutes before his game.
We pulled up to see that the game was well under way and we had missed most of the 1st quarter. Somehow, even though I had it written correctly on the calendar at home, I had the wrong time in my head. The game started at noon.
We weren't early. We were really late.
I was not having a good soccer mom day.
After soccer, I rushed home to watch Bama play football.
#1 ranked Alabama lost.
It was not a good football day.
I ordered pizza.
By the time dinner was over, my daughter was a mess of a little girl. By mess, I mean, she had a runny nose, was coughing and was easily agitated with most everything. She had been fussy all afternoon- not a good combo when you are watching your team loose. I told her she was getting a bath and getting her PJs on. She did not balk at the suggestion. So, I got her ready for her bath. I took off all her clothes and said we were going upstairs. And then, for some reason, I decided to clear the table before I took her to the bath. This was not a smart move.
She pooped on the kitchen floor.
I snapped a picture of her to send to her Daddy. Oh yes, I did.
And the caption said, "This sums up my day."
Oh it was funny. It was really funny. The boys ran around turning on all of the fans they could find - all 3 bathroom fans and the laundry fan- as if that would help with the smell. My oldest started talking about how when we had dogs they pooped on the floor once.
It would have just been funny if it had ended there. It was pee-in-your-pants funny - only without the pants.
Right when I got her in the bathroom, she peed all over the floor.
Then she said what she normally says when we "race" up the stairs:
"I win. You loose."
Oh, sweet girl, that has never been more true.
*Just laugh. You have to laugh.*