What a night...

Tonight has been one for a personal record book.  I'm not sure how this all happened, but it's happened pretty quickly.

My typical Wednesday is a work from home day.  But, I do a split shift, to cover some later hours.  During the break time, I do my midweek grocery shopping.  I also keep my little one home with me on Wednesdays since it eliminates the need to drive as well as keeps me with her just a little more.

Today, like any Wednesday, I worked from home.  I put the little down for her nap at the designated time.  I stopped my first shift.  Went down to the basement, worked out.  Came upstairs, started making my grocery list and seeing how long it would take to make dinner.

It was going to take more than 2 hours to make dinner!  So, I got started, but forgot, one of the primary items on my list was chicken stock.  And my recipe needed that stock.  I stopped cooking, grabbed the little (she was awake) and went to the store.

What's funny is, when she got up, she came downstairs in a different outfit than she had gone to sleep in.  Plus, she didn't come to see me, she hid in a corner.  Mommy-dar was pinging away.  "Did you pee in your pants?"  "Yes."  Great.  "Did you pee in your bed?  Or did you just not make it all the way in the bathroom?" "Not in my bed, mommy."  Thank Goodness.  I had errands to run, Yo!

On the way home from the grocery store, we stop and pick up Sissy.  One look at Sissy and I asked if she was feeling well.  At first, she's fine.  Then, on the way out, she's all, my tummy hurts.  I don't feel good.  Um, hello?  Where were you 2 minutes ago when I asked how you felt?  On the way home, I'm quizzing her on what she ate, which equates to carbs, sugar, and more carbs.  Awesome.

Now we're home, the girls plant in front of the TV for Spongebob while I get to making two dinners, one for tonight, one for tomorrow.  Olivia has decided she didn't want to eat, and Mia can't seem to stop eating.  Quickly, I have to get back to work, while two dinners are simmering and baking.

Olivia asks to go to bed, and I say yes.  She's gone, I only have the little one and my brother to contend with while finishing up my second shift.

After I'm done, I'm listening for Tony to show up.  Finally, he does, and I go to add the avocado and cotija cheese to his soup for him.  At this point, Olivia comes downstairs.  She says, "I'm sorry mommy, but I threw up."  Ok.  "Did you clean yourself up?" "Yes."  "Well, I can see some puke in your hair, go clean that up and go back to bed."  "But, I threw up in my bed."

Oy.  You'd think that would have been part of the first sentence - not saved for the end.  I tell her to go get in her top bunk, and I'll be up in a minute.  At the same time, Tony walks in all huffy and angry.  Goes and gets his coveralls, and starts working on his car.  Apparently, it started misfiring on a cylinder on the way home.  

Great, hubs in bad mood, tired and cranky.  One daughter playing dress up by herself. The other one in her bed, filled with puke that I get to go clean up.  

I go to clean up the vomit-ridden sheets, comforter, mattress protector, shirt, and get that into the laundry - at least the sheets.  I make her bed.  She says she's feeling better.  "Did you get puke on your comforter?" "Comforter?"  "Yeah - this big blanket right here."  "I don't know."  Filled with vomit.  That's fun to find on your hands.

Now, after all this, it's time to put Mia to bed.  She's in a great mood.  Brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, washing her face.  Let's go to bed.

Oh yeah.  She peed on her bed.  Like 4 hours ago.  I found it now.  More laundry.  More trying to clean mattresses.

This all happened in about the span of an hour.

On a good note, one of the cats decided to come out of the basement all on his own!  Progress!