That Murphy and his laws

Yesterday was a doozy of a day for me.  I tried to be positive but lack of sleep and trying to keep up with 2 kids, 3 cats, and 1 husband made me ultra, super, cranky.  I needed sleep and I was going to get it at any cost. Aidan went to sleep in his crib and I made the decision right then and there that when he woke up that was it.  I needed to be able to get right back to sleep if I was going to have to be around other people.  It worked out OK and Aidan ended up sleeping about 4 hours in his room and the rest of the night in ours with only 1 wake up in there for just a few minutes.

I woke up still feeling drugged and my sweet dear husband ( yes I did just say that about you) told me to go back to bed and took care of getting Kate off to school.  They only had to interrupt my slumber once to ask where the library book was, and then again to ask again where it was, before finally finding it.  But of course by this time Aidan was awake and completely uninterested in going to sleep again.  Eventually we got the nap, were woken up by Bank of America who I tried to get to in time to inform that I no longer wanted calls placed to my number before noon or after 7, and had a decent day filled with laundry sorting and rolling all over the living room.  Well one of us rolled anyway.

So I'm thinking life is OK,  I'll head out early since it looks like rain and get a parking spot up front to pick up Kate from school.  I get in the car, turn the key, and it won't start.  I try again.  No luck.  Then I remember.  We went to Wichita 2 nights ago and had the light on in the back to keep Aidan happy since it was past 7:30 and he morphs into this crazed little being.  Apparently it never got turned off and now my battery is dead, I don't know anyone around here very well, I'm not even sure the car would start if jumped, how do you jump a car anyway, Daniel is a minimum of 35 minutes away, Kate has to be picked up in 25 minutes, and Oh my God it's starting to rain.  So I strap on my tennis shoes, a raincoat, put Aidan in the stroller with a blanket and a rain cover and start walking.  I call Daniel and on the 2nd try he answers and says he'll head out and informs me it's about to start raining hard according to the radar.  Whatcha gonna do?

We start walking and I'm sure people were thinking, "Who does that girl think she is wearing an OU jacket in Kansas, walking outside in the rain with a baby."  The sidewalks looked like we'd suffered an earthquake and dogs barked at us making Aidan cry.  At least it was just sprinkling and her school is only a few streets away.  We got to school, rounded up Kate, were breathed on by a gazillion children probably carrying the swine flu, endured no less then 3 comments about how fat my child is for his age, and Daniel finally came to rescue us.  We ended up having to replace the battery by the way.  

Then tonight I tried to get Aidan to sleep and the kid puked big time all over me.  I had no idea he could have that much milk in his tummy and that when you throw some avocado in the mix it really isn't a pretty sight.  I called for Daniel t bring me something and he comes up there with 2 large bath towels and a washrag- not wet.  Who did he think had puked up there?  A horse?

He's been so cranky, restless, and a little snotty nosed all week.  So with this new symptom I'm calling tomorrow to get him checked out.  I'm thinking maybe an ear infection.  With my luck it's probably just teething or something.  He also just discovered he has teeth on the bottom and that when nursing it's kinda fun to use them.  When I said, "NO!" he just smiled at me.  Then proof that things are all awry- he's not even remotely tired and is suddenly perky.  Oh boy.  Oh and we got an automated call from Kate's school tonight that there have been several reported cases of the swine flu at her school and she's complaining of a headache.  I'm going to bed- for a couple hours cause Lord knows Aidan won't sleep good tonight.  Ugh.