A Series of Unfortunate Events

Do you ever have one of those days where things start off really good but then somehow turn out not how you wanted at all?

One where you get back from your walk with your kids and you rush to get everyone fed and ready to go to your husband's Staff v. Student basketball game at his school which he's been planning for months and as you are trying to ready yourself and actually look presentable for going out amongst people and you are curling your hair and you set your curling iron down on the toliet, your 13 month-old manages to climb on the toliet (which, when could she do that??) and grab the still hot curling iron and let out shrieks of pain so you try to rush around giving her Tylenol and a teething toy to hold hoping that will keep the pain and blisters at bay and you somehow make it out the door and to the game with your two year old and burned 13 month- old in tow and keep her happy at the game for the first 30 minutes but then since the teeting toy has all but melted she starts to cry again, and I mean cry, so you take her to the corner and try to bounce her and sooth her, but let's face it, she's a year old and her hand is covered with burned blisters so you don't blame her, and that lovely mother-induced guilt is starting to set in, but you really want to stay and support your husband and the game is fun to watch but you soon realize that it just isn't going to happen, so you leave with your bawling girl and your sad boy because he wanted to watch dada and get a treat at the snack shop but isn't now since we are leaving early, so you try to make it up to him on the way home and get a shake at McD's but hindsight is always better than foresight since your daughter was screaming the whole time in the back seat, so you rush home and after your daughter is feeling better you get her in bed and then try to put your son in bed, somehow as you are brushing his teeth he manages to fall off the counter, hitting his head on the edge of the counter and landing haphazardly in the trash can, and immediately has bruising and a bump on the side of his head, so you get another teething toy and tell him to put it on his head once he's in bed. And once all the kids are in bed, which under your watch have suffered severe maladies, you watch some Office with your husband and happily snack on some Chex-Mix and think "You really cannot have too much Chex Mix," but later than night when you are up at 4 am writing a blog about your day since you can't sleep due to your Chew-Mix induced naesea, you realize you can.

Ever have one of those days?

But then I realize that it's not too bad since my SIL had to take her baby to the hospital yesterday (which Faith is okay- she has a cold they just wanted to make sure that she wasn't wheezing) so things could've been a lot worse. I am glad you are okay, Faith!

I am really proud of my hubby though. He put in a lot of work planning this event as the Student Council coordinator and managed to get a slew of students and staff to play each other in front of a sizeable crowd. The staff won by one point, and from the one quarter that I did watch, it looked like a fun time! I am proud of you, honey!




P.S. I still have lots of guilt about Clara. How awful of a momma am I?