Today I dealt with an unusually crabby Noah, who did not take a good morning nap or afternoon nap.
I then dealt with a tired Caleb, who was making his painful face, meaning he needs to go to the bathroom. I mixed some miralax in his juice, hoping that would help him out.
Throughout the afternoon, I dealt with Caleb, who kept having accidents in his underwear. And they were not just pee.
Abby came home and I dealt with homework, dinner, more Caleb accidents, more whining from Noah, and fighting between the older two. And a thunderstorm.
Finally had everyone out of the bath, the older two getting ready for bed, and was relaxing Noah with a bottle when I heard Caleb crying of more accidents. Handed Noah off to Abby, cleaned up Caleb again, took Noah back and he promptly puked all over me.
Everyone is now in bed, I have the washing machine loaded and ready to go, but am waiting on Caleb to officially fall asleep just in case of more accidents.
I am writing this now so that when Nick gets home from coaching his game, he can read this and understand why I am passed out on the couch in a house that smells like lysol.
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