Pulling my hair out...

This is how I feel about today.

Sunday night, I started puking at midnight...finished up around 8 a.m. Aren't you glad I shared that with you? Yesterday was pretty much a blur. I drifted in and out of consciousness for most of the day. Slept pretty well last night and woke up today feeling much better. I was a little weak since I hadn't eaten in 2 days, but I put my game face on, sent JC to work, and headed back full force into my mommy duties.

Here's what transpired between 11 a.m. and 1:00 p.m.

Luke had swim lessons this morning. I had just finished getting the kids back into the car and headed for home when I got a call from our carpet cleaner. He was at our house 2 hours early. So I rushed home, and put my wet and hungry kids in the kitchen. As I'm feeding kids, and the carpet guy is working, I hear my cat Puma meowing. Can't find her anywhere. I finally track the meow's to the kitchen. Somehow she has managed to climb in a cabinet door and jump through a small opening and is stuck behind the dishwasher. This was no easy feat since Puma is the fattest cat on earth. I could not get her out. So, while the kids are eating, I call JC at work, put him on speakerphone and listen while he directs me in dismantling the dishwasher. That took about 20 minutes. Meanwhile, the carpet guy finishes and leaves. I send Luke into the playroom, so I can finish rescuing Puma.

I'm almost done, when I hear "Mommy, I pooped" Of course, not on the potty, in his underwear...we've been struggling with that part of potty training for months. I tell him that I can't deal with that until I finish with Puma. I finally get the dishwasher out. Puma is free! I feel like I'm about to collapse from exhaustion, when I hear, "It's running down my leg." What? You have GOT to be kidding!

The carpet hadn't been clean for 30 minutes and I already have drops of diarrhea ALL OVER THE CARPET!!!!!! At this point, I pretty much lost it. I used an entire box of wipes on Luke, just to clean him enough to get him upstairs to the shower. I hosed him down, put him in a pull-up and sent him straight to bed in tears. Meanwhile, Emerson is downstairs screaming cause she's hungry again. I fed her, put her to sleep, and spent the next hour cleaning up poop and putting my dishwasher back together.

And now I'm venting on my blog.