Okay, three thoughts for the day:
1. ANTI biotics. So, the sinus infection? Not really a sinus infection- Cade is just not-so-gracefully pushing four huge molars through. So, that means, my doctor wanted to write him a prescription for antibiotics for, that's right, teething.
2. Cade the not-so-graceful teething boy has been crying for two weeks straight. Yeah, so I am ready for the asylum. Willingly, mind you, I would go if my insurance would cover it. But that's not going to happen, because I can't find anyone to babysit. And Joe's out in the (insert expletive here) woods. So, that means my days go like this:
Cade cries all morning. And by that, I mean he follows me around moaning with the occasional shriek thrown in. If I pick him up, he BEEPS my nose a few time, then struggles to get down. At which point he resumes the followin/moaning/shrieking cycle. This crying acts on my brain like some kind of interference or reset button or something and I constantly forget what I am trying to do. Like empty the dishwasher, or wash diapers, dry diapers, fold diapers, put away diapers, etc. Every few minutes I look up and wonder where I am and why I am here. I take a loop around the house (complete with following/moaning/shrieking baby entourage) and try to locate whatever I job I was trying to do. This isn't as effective as you might think because I either find more jobs that need to be and start those, or, I find more than one job that I have started. So, by the time my dear sweet following/moaning/shrieking child is ready for his blessed nap, my house- is a disaster. So then I am faced with a decision. Do I take a nap? Or do I try to complete some of the many unfinished tasks around my house? And, this my friends, is a great example of the proverbial "rock and a hard place." If I take a nap, I wake up to (surprise!) a crying baby! A still-tired mommy. And a messy house. AHHHH! And if I clean my house, my house cleaning frenzy will certainly come to an end with (surprise!) a crying baby. And an exhausted mommy. And, in ten short minutes, a messy house. It all seems so hopeless.
3. Finally, I have a question. All you mommies and or logical/rational/problem solving folks out there: What is the correct order in which to clean up a baby after a meal? Here are the steps, you put them in order for me please.
Wash baby's face, wash baby's hands, clean up the floor, wash the tray, brush crumbs (by that I mean entire meal) from high chair seat, brush off baby's clothes, take bib off. Please, somebody tell the RIGHT way to do this. Because no matter what order in which I have done them so far, something that has not been cleaned yet gets something that has been cleaned dirty again.
Okay, that's all for now, must go make dinner for husband in the woods. And let me tell you, he's not out of the woods yet.