Sickness. Bleh.

Damn this stupid stomach bug! My baby boy is home sick today. He's been throwing up all. morning. long. I wish I could do something for him. All I can do is keep washing out his puke bowl, and whatever else he happens to throw up on on his way to the bathroom. Poor baby. He doesn't even want to eat lunch, and this child never skips a meal. I'm trying to keep Kenna away from him as much as I possibly can but I turned my back for one second this morning and when I turned back around, she had his juice cup and was guzzling it down. So she'll probably be throwing up tomorrow. Yuck.

Forgive me for not posting. I'll be back when my babies are better.

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I woke up at 7 o'clock this morning to my wonderful MIL screaming "There's shit all over the floor, all over my room, all over the place!! CIEEEEERRRRAAAAAAAA!!" What a lovely wake up call.

I ran downstairs - still half asleep - and stepped in a pile of dog diarrhea. Yes, you read that right. DIARRHEA.

Now that I'm FULLY awake, I walk hop on one foot around the corner and find - not one - not two - not three - but FOUR piles of this mess. FOUR! 3 on the hardwood, and 1 in my MIL's bedroom (which is carpet).

I cleaned up the poop, mopped all the hardwoods, steam cleaned the carpet, and yelled profanities at Bosco all before the kids woke up.

Fed the kids breakfast, and tried to sit down for a second to catch my breath. Then realized Kenna just soiled her diaper. I run her upstairs, get her diaper off, and reach over for a wipe only to find out I don't have any. Fab-you-lous.

So I manage to get her clean with a wet wash cloth - which by the way, it is very difficult to clean a baby's bottom with a washcloth, thank God for wipes, I don't know how they did it way back when. After I got her clean, I started getting ready to run up to Target to get some more wipes, but Gav had to be at school in an hour so I figured I'd just wait until it was time to take him to school. I mean, she cant poop twice in one hour, right?

Gavin runs upstairs. "MOMMMMMY! Bosco pooped in grandma's room again!" No honey, I closed grandma's door and put Bosco outside, he couldn't have pooped in there. "Well I let Bosco in and opened her door earlier and now dere's more poop in dere."

Oh. My. Gosh.

I go downstairs and sure enough, there's a whole new pile of dog diarrhea waiting for me to clean it up.

I yell more profanities at the dog (not in front of the children, of course) and put him out back with the door locked. I threaten Gavin that if he let's Bosco in the house or goes in grandma's room one more time, HE will be cleaning up the dog diarrhea.

I have dealt with enough poop today to last me a lifetime, and it's not even noon. I need a day off.

Oh - and Kenna soiled her diaper again right as we were walking out the door to get Gavin to school. Another washcloth, please.

I need the weekend!

So, yesterday was my first blog in almost 10 days. & it was all. about. food. Three posts in one day, all pertaining to yummy, scrumptious, deliciously fattening food. Does that tell you anything?

I'm stressed. I cook, bake, and eat A LOT when I'm stressed.

It's this stupid house. It has me stressed beyond belief. We've been on the market for almost four months. We've had 3 'second' showings, and multiple people leaving feedback saying they're interested in the house but no offers. Not one.

A house the exact same floor plan as ours came on the market last week, priced less then what we're asking. Very frustrating.

Gavin came home from school yesterday with a bruise on his cheek. The teacher said another child 'hit him in the face with a magnetic wand.' On purpose. Because he wanted the toy Gavin was playing with. I hate bullies.

My poor baby. He had to go to the nurse and get an ice pack for his face. & now he is afraid of that child.

On a lighter note, Halloween is in a few days and we have a full weekend planned of fun activities. I'm looking forward to having fun with the kids and taking lots of pictures!

Thanks for letting me vent :)