The boys were up all night, and we couldn't find the cause. Then we had to get up early and go to the doctor- luckily I recruited my mom to help. At the doctors they had to get 6 shots each, and I came home to find we were out of Tylenol. The misery continued to ensue.
Upstairs wasn't a good play area because we have been painting some furniture. So I took the boys downstairs and decided it was a good time to finally vacuum down there. Of course, to get to the floors I had to rearrange and reorganize my craft/family room/second kitchen. And of course that meant that I found all the dusty dirty messes that have come from neglecting to clean this room due to the fact that it is so unorganized. Then the boys had to make messes of their own. One of those messes being in the laundry room with the dog's food and water.
I finally sat down to change the boys' diapers. While I changed one the other went upstairs and got into the paint we had failed to clean up the night before(see photo above).
While trying not to cry I continued to clear the floor of boxes and food storage so I could vacuum. The boys were now playing happily in their playroom thank goodness. But that just left the mayhem causing to the dog who was now peeing on both the floor and a package of disposable diaper inserts. The dog got thrown outside, and I cleaned up the pee. Then my little boy smelled a little like the dog pee I had just cleaned up, so I picked him up to change his diaper and found he had pooped AGAIN! And when I say pooped I mean pooped.
1 pee spot, 2 sets of clothes, 3 diaper changes and a whole lot of mess cleaning and furniture moving and I still have not been able to vacuum.
I then take the boys up for lunch, and I head back downstairs to try and vacuum what I can. The boys, however, want to cry instead of eat lunch. I try so hard to get it all together. I prayed for strength to make it through, but I just wanted to break down and cry. My husband was clear up in Salt Lake at school, and, even though school was out, he had to make a 2 hour bus trip home. My mom was at work, and I didn't want to bother her, but I really needed some help.
I ended up loosing it. Most of the boys food ended up on the floor, and it mostly got there thanks to me. I finally said to myself, "You have to throw in the towel. Following the schedule is not going to work today. It's too far out of your control now, so you have to just go with the flow."
So I threw the boys in the tub in hopes that it would help their legs and when i got them out I wrapped them in a towel and we all sat on the bed and ate otter pops. The towels, and my quilt might have some red stains on them, but I made it to nap time and that is all that matters. I finally found some baby ibuprofen and the boys slept so soundly it was like Heaven.
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