Today I woke up at 6:30 to Eddie in major need of a milk fix. That's when I noticed what looked like a little eye infection. He has been off antibiotics for three days. Awesome.
8AM I called the doctor to see if we should come in. The receptionist told me to wait to hear from the nurse and to make sure to keep my phone with me at all times.
8:15 Dropped said phone into Lute's little toilet. I am not going to go into detail here, but let's just say it wasn't empty. Things have since been disinfected. Majorly.
8:45 I got George up and noticed he had the same eye grossness going on. Perfect.
9:15 Schedule afternoon appointments for both babies.
9:30-12:55 The usual: bathe the babies, dress them, feed them, change them, pick Lute up, make lunch, feed them, change them, put all to bed.
2:45 Realize I should be on my way to the doctor and all of my children are still sleeping. Wake them, put them in the car, Lute is not happy. And by this, I mean he is absolutely inconsolable. Until I hand him a toy catalog from the mail and that was just dumb. He now wants a sled, a remote control train, his own personal ice rink and an ice cream maker.
3:25 Two ear infections for Eddie (still. like since October) and an eye infection for George. More antibiotics. (Please, please, please work.)
After that Nick was home and that just makes life better.
I was pretty annoyed at the whole scenario, but then I remembered:
I have three beautiful boys. I just went in and checked on George and watching a peaceful, sleeping baby tops my list of perfect moments.
Lute is really funny. Tonight when deciding what game to play with Nick, he looked at him in all seriousness and said, "Just do what you're good at, Dada. Just do what you're good at."
Eddie is the happiest infected kid I've ever met. And dang it, his hair just makes me happy.
It is CHRISTMAS time. Our tree is up, our lights are all twinkly, and even in the midst of all the lame inconveniences, God loves us and that's what it's all about. We've got it pretty darn good.
(But, Dear Tomorrow, get your act together. Sincerely, Me.)