Kyle left in the morning for a work
trip (he came back Tues afternoon, not gone long)
I came home after work and had a great evening the the kids.
Put Brooks to bed at 7:30
Put Graham to bed at 8:30
Graham called (screamed like he was dying) for me at least 4 times until
about 9:30 when he fell asleep
Brooks woke up yelling (also screaming like he was dying) at 9:30
Went upstairs a few times to console Brooks and put him back to bed
10:30 - Brooks is still really mad to be in bed or upset about
something
Brooks decides he is going to climb out of his crib (19 months old!) (Did
he land on his head? Have no idea)
Bring Brooks downstairs with me
Let dogs out
Go to bed at 11:30 with the dogs in my room and Brooks in a pack n play
next to my bed
Wake up with Graham at 5:00 because his bed is wet and he wants a new
sheet
Dogs also wake up at 5:00 and don't go back to sleep
Get out of bed around 6:00 to let dogs out.
Molly's ear is bleeding so badly it looks like someone was murdered in our
bed (She's had a cut on her ear that heals a little and then gets split again -
going on 4 years. Are we bad parents?!)
Clean up the murder scene
Get Brooks up
Get Graham up
Go to work
Make appt for Molly at vet
Molly's entire head is wrapped, she gets shots in her ear and gets it
cleaned up
Molly is DEPRESSED! No longer able to be wild. So sad - she totally lost her spunk.
Kyle is now home and it's Tuesday evening dinner
Kids are NUTS
Brooks throws his plate full of food on the floor (luckily Kona is still in
a decent mood and is happy to clean up for us)
Put Brooks to bed - 7:45
Brooks screams like he's dying and jumps out of his crib AGAIN
Hit replay on some of the above
Wake up in the morning to Molly having pulled off her bandage. (Which, by the way, had a note on it from the vet in a black sharpie pen "Do not cut off". Um the only two people in our house who can even read are me and Kyle. If we paid to have that stupid bandage put on her in the first place....yeah. We must really look like we're out to lunch.)
Luckily we did get a decent sleep last night. BUT WE ARE HAVING A THIRD BOY??? Capital letters and exclamation points just are
not enough to show you how nutty this seems to me at this time. (Exciting, too - Tanner is due in less than 9 weeks!)
Oh - and the kid who hates his crib and
easily hops out of it like an acrobat.....we are putting him on the third
floor??? He can't walk down stairs!!!! "Circus" has taken on an entirely new
meaning this week for us.
Come to think of it.....if Molly's vet could see into our house and how Kyle and I make decisions on a limited amount of sleep (poorly) maybe we really did need that "sharpie" reminder to not cut off Molly's bandage.