This photograph pretty much captures how I feel.
You know how when circumstances are unfolding, sometimes you think, "I'll be able to laugh about this later..." Well, it's too early for me to laugh but I'm glad that everything worked out okay.
Last night I spontanteously offered to bring the children and spend the night at a friend's house as today her eldest child started kindergarten. With the super early start time (bus arrives at 6:30 but she wanted to drive him on his first day.) she didn't want to upset her younger two children's normal schedule. Since we were in the car on our way to a playdate, I didn't take the time or energy to pack appropriately. We arrived after my friend's children were in bed but Jake knocked off pretty quickly after "book club." Quinn struggled with fitfulness but finally cashed at 11. This morning we woke up and Jake's bottom was covered with a nasty looking raised rash. He complained of itchiness and discomfort. I asked my friend, a mother of three, to see what she thought of the rash. She gave me a concoction to slather on his bum, a mix of Desitin, lotromin, vaseline, neosporin and something else. (I forget.) We played for awhile and then loaded up the car to go swimming at their pool. When I got Jake out of his carseat in the parking lot of the pool I noticed that he was COVERED in bumps...arms, neck, face (and bum!) Obviously this ended the pool date. While he was bummed, his consolation prize was a trip through the Chick-fil-a drive thru. Our peditrician's office couldn't squeeze him in so we ventured to an urgent care. Yes, in our swim suits. I packed clothing for the children but neglected to put anything but pajamas and a swim suit in for me. (Which was okay for sleeping and a pool date!) So I arrive at urgent care in my swim suit. Quinn's internal hunger alarm goes off, sending two waterfalls of breast milk down my chest while I'm getting Jake checked in. So there I stand...haven't brushed my hair, I smell, I have a screaming child in arms and a whiney child running around the office while milk squirts out of my boobs. Lovely. Fortunately the doctor doesn't believe that the rash, which has receeded since the parking lot, is contagious and sends us home with a note for the same concoction that my friend shared with me earlier. When I pull the car into the garage, Jake pipes up, "What's wrong with Quinn?" I turn around and see that BOTH carseats are at 45 degree angles. The kids' heads are almost touching in the center of the seat. I am SOOOOOOO glad that we weren't in any sort of accident.
Now we are home, both kids are finally asleep so perhaps....
just maybe...
hopefully...
I can nap, too?!
