Just another day....

So I was hoping for a better day than yesterday and this is what I got...

I got up as soon as my alarm went off and got right to work getting dressed and such. I wanted to feel better about myself and hopefully bring on a good mood in the process so I pulled out a very nice looking lavender sweater. I fixed my hair (somewhat), took a deep breath and then went to deal with my now awake and crying son. We got him some juice, started work on a bowl of fruit for breakfast and watched some news.

This is where it goes downhill. Taylor came to "play" today. As soon as her mom left and it was just us, David started smothering her with love. He wanted to be all over her giving kisses and hugs. Problem was, she didn't want them so she just cried. :( We made a firm "Do not touch Taylor" rule and I went back to making breakfast. After about a second and a half in the kitchen I heard a huge crash and a blood curling scream. Yep, my climber was at it again. He flipped Taylor's car seat upside down and climbed on top, stepped up on the exercise bike in the living room and tried to pull things out of her diaper bag. He was still in footy jammies so this didn't end well - hence the crash and scream. He slipped at the very top of this mountain he'd climbed and fell all the way down. He smacked his face on the handle part of the exercise bike and bit a small chunk out of the inside of his lower lip.

I ran to him right away and doled out huge amounts of hugs and kisses. I didn't realize right away that he bit himself so he was a bloody and drippy mess before I caught it. So much for that pretty lavender sweater I was wearing. The shoulder was now covered in toddler blood. Great. Just another load of laundry I have to get to immediately. :/ I ran for my red washcloth so I wouldn't stain up anything else and finished cleaning him up. After calling my mom to vent and get laundry tips, I realized that David's peds office had been open for 10 minutes and I needed to call them. He's had a nasty diaper rash for nearly 2 weeks that I can't clear up and I needed some advice. I waited on hold for more than 10 minutes to spill my story to a nurse who said nothing but "we need to make him an appointment." Really? And the front desk wouldn't do that until I waited on hold for 10 minutes to talk to you while dealing with 2 crying kids in the house? Awesome. Ok then. Let's make an appt shall we??

I left Taylor with David (once he got home from work - thankfully on time!) and took my little guy to the doc. I was in the building for a total of 17 minutes. They were SO on top of things today! Yes! Turns out it was an infection that he needs prescription cream for so we are off to Meijer. The doc's office faxed the prescription over to the pharmacy so it would be ready when I got there. I showed up about a half hour later and waited in line behind 4 people (one of whom took forever because they lost his meds) just to find out IT WASN'T DONE!!! What in the world was taking so long? Put his name sticker on the box of cream and let me out of here!! I was told they hadn't even started it so it would be at least another 15 minutes until I could pick it up. I went and did a little bit of shopping and came back. By this time, David is due for a nap and we are both starving as it's an hour past lunch time. I waited in line again, this time behind only 3 people and got his meds. Once back in the car, I realized that "quick little trip in to pick up only meds" had wasted 50 minutes. Grr. I'm not happy right now.

We got home, rushed through lunch and put the poor little guy down for a nap. Taylor must have sensed me getting a free minute to relax because as soon - and we are talking the very second - I laid him down, she woke up from her nap. She didn't sleep well because she didn't eat for David while I was gone so she was a tad on the starving side as well. I gave her bowl after bowl of food and let her wash it down with a bottle.

All is happy in the Sager house again. Things are going well. :)