Fridays tend to be a hit or miss day around here. I tend to be tired, because although I don't have a 9-5 job, I work hard all week raising children right. So I am worn out, and usually so are the kids. There tends to be fiascoes more on this day than most.
Early this morning Ellis woke with his first ever nightmare. Much to my surprise it broke my heart. The thought of my child being frightened in our home (when the spoon is not in play) broke me into a million pieces. He was completely sweaty, wet, and burning up. Fiasco #1.
This morning the kids were dragging and we were trying to get out of the house to go to the splash pad. If you are familiar all I need to say is Fiasco #2. I totally asked for that one.
Swung by a friends house to pick up something and pay money I owed her for entirely too long. Got stuck in traffic. Fiasco #3
Get home Ellis has a fever. Fiasco #4 Once again my heart hurts for my boy. I use the last of the ibuprofen.
I can't go to the grocery to pick up ingredients for tonight's dinner due to feverish sleeping child. Dinner Fiasco #5
We eat dinner at like between 5:45 and 6 everyday. Brian stopped by the store on the way home, bought food. Dinner was served at 7. Fiasco #6
Lainey screamed the entire time she got a bath tonight, because we made her take one separate from Ellis because he has a fever. Fiasco #7
I held Lainey and rocked her for the first time in a long time tonight before bedtime. We were doing some major cuddling, and I heard Brian in Ellis' room with him. Ellis wanted a story. Brian told his version of the night I went into labor with Ellis. Then after some stall...encouraging he told Lainey's story. Sitting there holding sis tight, kissing her, listening to Brian I have to say: TODAY WAS THE PERFECT DAY.
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