Monday, March 6, 2017

You lose some

 I am in full blown survival mode right now.  Friday I took Preston to the doctor for the second time last week.  The night before his nebulizer had stopped working so I called the doctor to get a RX for the parts I needed.  I set up an appointment to have him seen again before the weekend.  Confirmed with my husband sitting next to me that he or his dad could get Leavitt from daycare because I couldn't be in both places at once.  He of course said he could.  Friday rolls around and we discuss his dad getting Leavitt again... everything seems a go.  I spoke with him, then the daycare, about this.  Nick called his dad and his dad said he was in the woods and didn't know he was supposed to pick him up.  Called me, and said his dad felt bad he missed my text.  If you see where this is going, my husband never asked his dad he simply said he did and never got around to it, then assumed I had taken care of it.  Luckily we hit the daycare lottery and she was sweet about it, even told my husband she hadn't called to worry me.  I had to grab some last minute items at Target and what do you know I get a phone call that Leavitt pooped everywhere.  Never happens on my watch but whatever.  Stressed he puts a swim diaper on him instead of a pull-up despite Leavitt's protesting that's not the right one.  I get home in time to watch Leavitt pee all over his socks.  Have mercy.  

Weekends are pretty hit or miss on the mom front over here.  We are either planned to the max, or end up a bunch of vegetables which creates anxiety beyond belief for me.  This weekend was no different we had plans all day Saturday.  Babysitters lined up for a funeral in the morning and an engagement party that night.  Sunday I just hoped wouldn't leave us taking up residence on the couches, because it is just too much work to actually relax for me.  Preston has been battling a cough all week.  No fever, no runny nose, just a really nasty cough.  We forged on all week with the reassurance from the doctor he wasn't contagious.  Fast forward a week to Saturday Preston woke up worse than I had heard him all week.  Despite being seen at his doctors office twice that week,  like a crazy person when I found his hands freezing, legs a speckled purple color and feet in the same condition I panicked and called my mom who brought over an oximeter my sister has.  Of course his tiny fingers too small for it, and freezing gave us an alarming result which caused me to take him to the ER.  Let me just stop here and say, a rational side of me knew he was fine, the panicked mom in me wasn't sure.  Turns out my precious Preston will be fine in a few days.  Phew.  I also have been banned by his doctor and the ER doc to never use one of those things on a baby again for my own sanity... noted.  

As I sit here, coffee in hand, staring at my reflection in the oven - I pray I don't have to use today, I am fairly certain we are in over our heads in this parenting gig.  My husband and I have a good sense of humor to keep our marriage afloat during these total WTF moments, but really what the.... are we doing? I hope we aren't alone in the wandering in the dark hallows of parenthood, but sometimes I expect strangers to high five me I have it so together, and other days one kid gets left at daycare, another is unnecessarily take to the ER, and there is a poop smell from dad poop-gate I can't get out of my bathroom.  You win some, you lose some.  I just hope the boys aren't sitting on a couch someday talking about these cringe worthy parenting moments to a therapist.  

The upside to this weekend was we made it to the engagement party, there was wine, adult conversations, and my mom is a rock star had both kids in bed by their bedtimes and cleaned my house and did my laundry!  Meme, you're the real MVP! 

Photos are by the lovely Danielle Brady Photography who keeps it real documenting life's perfect moments and bloopers for me.  

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