Yesterday started off so well. Everyone slept through the night, Greg and I woke up on our own schedule before the little girls. I made pancakes and bacon for breakfast on a weekday. We had a play date planned with a neighbor. All good stuff.
Then the whole cashew thing happened. Plans changed, craziness ensued. By the afternoon things calmed down and were back to normal. Napping, playing, going to the bus stop, yadda yadda. Then I smelled that smell that tells me a diaper needs to be changed. I look over to see Zoey digging her hands down the back of her shorts and a little rain of debris was on the floor. Took a closer look and yep, those cashews had struck again - this time partially digested. ARGH.
Straight to the bath tub, hosing her off with the shower nozzle when Violet comes running in, "Mommy! I gotta pooooop!" Of course, why wouldn't she need to poop? And it only makes sense that she would have to use the bathroom I'm in, even though there are 3 other toilets available to her. After all that was done, I still had to go clean up the mess on the floor.
If we follow yesterday's logic, today should be awesome, though. Zoey woke up at 4:30am with an over-soaked diaper. I changed her and tried to keep her quiet so Violet wouldn't wake up then brought her to our bed only to have her squirm, pull my hair and scratch me with her nearly Guiness Book record long toe nails for an hour. Greg gave in and got up with her around 5:30. A few minutes later I hear a ruckus of crying and running around downstairs - she was throwing up. It was all liquid, so probably she just got choked up drinking her apple juice, but she did feel a little warm and complained that her head hurt. Gave her Tylenol and in her cute little way she pipes up immediately after swallowing, "I feel betters!"
I'm not going to hold my breath, but maybe I'll feel betters today, too.