Just Another Sunny Morning

Aidan woke me up this morning complaining that his socks were wet after going into the boys’ bathroom. With bleary eyes, I walked into the bathroom and discovered that the floor was indeed, wet. Someone not to be named apparently had poor mid-evening aim and sprayed the entire bathroom with pee. Lots and lots of pee. Lovely.

Aidan claims he didn’t do it. I know for sure Griffin didn’t do it. I would most likely place my bets on Brennan as the culprit. The boy just can’t seem to keep it in the bowl. No matter how much I plead. There ain’t nothing like starting your day by mopping up buckets of urine. (No one tells you how much of motherhood involves bodily fluids, do they?)

After cleaning up the mess, getting everyone dressed and fed, and putting together our assigned snack for Aidan’s class, Chris and I race out of the house to divvy up the kids for drop off. After the door shuts behind me, I realized I left my car keys in the house. I ask Chris for his key. He gave his house key to my mom yesterday to get Aidan off the bus.

We are locked out of the house, in the pouring rain, with all three children.

We get ourselves and the kids in the garage. I frantically call my mother to ask her to run over with her key to our house. After my mother rescues us, Aidan and I are off to his school to drop off snack. We remember snack, but I forget the tuition check due today. I get Aidan settled and then race out of school into pouring rain to get the tuition check. I hurry back to school to drop off the check, walking as quickly as I can manage, when I slip on the wet floor and fall flat on my ass.

I recover, drive to work and park my car. As I cross the roof of the parking ramp, the guy walking in front of me leans over and pukes all over the ground. He continues to vomit as I walk quickly past him, horrified.

He manages to keep up right behind me on the walk to the building even though he had stopped to take his little vomit break. I normally ride the escalator up to the lobby level of my building at a leisurely pace. Today, I literally ran up the escalator at Olympic rates of speed in order to get away from vomit man and his surely contagious deadly stomach virus. I am both sweating and out of breath from the exertion when I get into the elevator. (and also praying that the stomach flu germs stay far, far away from me.)

Later that day, I pick Brennan up from school and his teacher warns me that three children were sent home from his class with the stomach flu. Ugh. The stomach flu just may well be stalking our house. (again.) In Griffin's room, I am greeted with the news that two kiddies have strep throat. Good, good to know, thanks.

I am so distracted by this news that I don't realize we forget to put Griffin's blanket in his backpack. I spend fifteen minutes searching the house for it at bedtime until it finally dawns on me: the blanket is at school.

Griffin has never slept without his blanket. Not a nap, not a night - never. I cried right along with him as I rocked him to sleep once, twice and thankfully, a third and final time.

I have never been so glad to say goodnight to a day.