Friday comes and she is so congested! I called her doc and since she bad no fever or green snot and she was eating like a horse they said not to bring her in. The next thing I know, it is Sunday and her Daddy says "uhoh I'm getting her cold!"
I told him he is full of shit, you can't catch a cold from a baby!!!!
Ummmmm....I was wrong. Yes I said it. I will even repeat it. I was wrong. The little shit has infected my whole house, except for me. Both of her sibs are now sniffling their heads off, loading themselves up with cold meds with dear old dad.
Everyone being sick means that I had zero help with the baby monster, so my house looks like a deleted scene from a disaster movie.
I spent the morning bouncing the cranky baby and trying to get her to stop crying. Yeah, that worked out well. Then I spent about 20 minutes locked in my bedroom with her pleading with the kid to just please stop crying, which ended up with me laying next to her on the bed, curled in the fetal position sobbing louder than she was...still in my night gown with my hair a mess at 2 pm.
One kid wanting lunch, the other needing data added to his phone, and Daddy Bear snoring away, comfortably settled in he recliner with a pillow and blankie.
Not the best thing for my mood at that point! But he is sick so I gotta let it slide, right?
Finally the baby takes a nap, I get everyone some lunch and she wakes up...did I mention that it was a short nap??.
Ughhhhh I still in my night gown!!!
around 4 she decided that I was going crazy enough and decided to take another nappy poo....so....
I got dressed! In dirty yoga pants and a questionable t shirt, but I am dressed and my hair is somewhat in order.
We decided on pizza for dinner and guess what! It isn't cooked all the way when hey bring it! So, of course, here we sit starving while we wait for the Papa Mobile to bring us some cooked ones!
9:30 please get here fast, so Mommy can have her melt down!!!!!
This is no life for a Princess :::sigh:::