Posted by Gina Perkins, Pre-School Mommie | Posted in Gina Perkins | Posted on 11-06-2013
Tags: Acetaminophen, delirious, nap strike, sick kids, tired, tylenol
Today has been one of those marathon days. You know, the kind that lags on and on and on – and on….where you find that your lower back is aching from doing the limbo somewhere between laughter and tears. Bitzy was up all night with a fever. Well, let me rephrase – she had a fever and was up all night nursing. Seriously, I played the role of pacifier. Which, of course, means that I was also up all night. Did I mention all night?
This morning started off way too early and with DJ’s favorite soundtrack on full blast. What’s her favorite soundtrack, you ask? VeggieTales? Princess Theme Songs? Rockabye Baby? Oh no, all good guesess of course – but to rescue you from the suspense…her favorite soundtrack is that of her own whining, crying, tantrum’ing voice. So that was fun. For an hour.
Anyhow, we eventually made our way to the doctor’s office for Bitzy to get checked out since she’s been exposed to strep. Luckily, by the time we got to the waiting room, the girls were BFF’s again, and DJ had been forgiven of her very loud transgressions.
The honeymoon ended at about the same second Bitzy’s doctor swabbed her red and blistered throat with that gigantic q-tip. So, naturally, the girls got milkshakes for lunch.
This was an awesome plan considering it was just noon by the time we got home from In N Out. They’d drink their milkshakes, and with satisfied bellies and numb throats – they’d get into bed nice and early in the afternoon and take solid naps. Me too. Yep, awesome plan. In theory. Had there not been sugar in the milkshakes.
Fast forward an hour, and they are doing WWF reenactments on the bed. For reals. Jumping, flipping, bouncing and grunting from physical exhaustion. I sent them both to their respective corners, doused them with water (figuratively, of course) and ordered them to chill out. That didn’t work. Weird.
So I strapped them into the Double BOB, and set out on a walk. It was my fool-proof plan. They always fall asleep on walks when they’re tired. And, being their super wise and attune mother, I was right. Bitzy fell asleep – for all of 7 minutes. Considering that we walked for a sweaty 40 minutes, the sleep to exercise ratio didn’t exactly scream “SUCCESS!” Although, my glutes were stoked in a frenemy sorta way.
Back to bed with two deliriously overtired girls I go. And….back to the drawing board, too. Restless kids, making a wrestling comeback. Ok, “Into the car. Now.” A good ol’ drive would surely do the trick. We headed North on Highway 280, and once we hit Black Mountain Rd, Bitzy was finally asleep. And once we passed Black Mountain Road, someone from the backseat piped out, “Mommy, I have to poop.” Seriously?
So, my apologies Dear Residents of Hillsborough, but this is where we pulled over.
But don’t worry, I cleaned up afterwards.
And you’re welcome for that, because the aroma of Preschool Poop surely enhanced the charm of such a delightful afternoon. It was about the time that I slammed my thumb in my car door that Bitzy woke up. Which was, of course, immediately after cleaning up the poop. So, that was a long nap.
With both girls awake, we headed home. Once home, and an Acetaminophen suppository later (because Bitzy pukes up oral medication), we plopped on the couch and I willingly obliged to bending all of my rules. A movie before bed, and dinner at the coffee table. Sometimes, when rules are made, survival isn’t taken into account.
Is it bedtime yet?