This week

Has really sucked.

Monday - Pia wakes up earlier than usual. Mom gets her and realizes she has a fever. Pia throws up throughout the day, and is just miserable. Mom is feeling bad for punky (and herself), is hot (high of 100), smelling like puke and all around unhappy. Nana is sassy.

Tuesday - Pia sleeps like crap the night before, so everyone is tired. No more throw up or fever, but lots of screaming (SCREAMING). Mom tries to push fluids (Pia won't eat) and even gives a popsicle. No dice. Mom puts the popsicle on a towel, where it melts for her to later sit in. Mom takes Pia to the Urgent Care Clinic, where she is throughly freaked out by the Dr. There is no receptionist, no one in the waiting room. Just Dr. Doom. He's completely weird and has the worst bed-side manner ever. He gives Mom crap for not vaccinating, and tells her to "make sure the kids stay away from each other" (do you NOT know kids??). Then Dr. asks Mom what type of antibiotic Pia can take because she's allergic to Penicillin (who here went to medical school??). Mom is completely relieved to get out of the office. Pia's poor throat is incredibly swollen and covered in white spots. No strep. When Daddy gets home she locks herself in their bedroom because she simply can't take one.more.second. of screaming.

Wednesday - Pia sleeps decently the night before, and the day starts out pretty well. Then nap time comes and Pia only rests for 20 minutes. That means she's once again a tumor in Moms arms. When Mom attempts to clean, it's a disaster. So, Mom cleans Nana's room with a Pia stuck to her. While cleaning the room, Nana "discovers" old toys that she hasn't played with in DAYS and is absolutely no help. Pia proceeds to whine the entire rest of the day. The antibiotics have given her the runs and she has an awful diaper rash on her poor bum. Mom feels bad for her, but is entirely ready to pack up and head to Mexico (ALONE). Dad works until 6:30 and Mom is in tears by the time he finally gets home.

Thursday - It's 10:16 and Pia's still asleep. Mom is begging for a good day, no more rash and no more whines.

My yesterday

Started out innocent enough.

Nana woke up at 7:15. I was still sooo tired, so I just brought her to bed with me, turned on Dora and dozed. Around 7:30, she said she had to pee. She got up, and a few seconds later, I hearing screaming. I jump up and run, to find her standing outside the bathroom door in a puddle of piss. Apparently the bathroom door was shut, so instead of telling me, she just went.

So her screaming wakes up Pia. I start my morning in a puddle of piss.

I get her cleaned up, and get Pia fed and changed. I decided to run and pick up breakfast for us.

We go to Jack in the Box, and pulling out into traffic, I almost hit someone. Totally my fault - I slammed on the brakes and breakfast goes flying, literally. So I drop an F bomb, to which Nana replies, "mama, you don't talk like that, that's ugly!"

Nothing like getting told off by your almost three year old.

So the rest of the morning passes with no incidents. Pia takes a good nap. When she wakes up, Nana immediately starts in with her - won't leave her alone. I give her two warnings, and she pushes her, so I send her to her room. She is PISSED and her door is halfway shut. She pushes the door so hard that she actually makes a hole in the wall. Such anger!

I head to the mall with them, hoping to distract them. We are in the food court and Nana sees the rides. I agree to let her ride one. There are 3 steps down to the area, no prob getting down with the stroller. On the way back up however, is a problem. We get up two steps and the stroller starts to tip, sending our drinks flying. Luckily some nice older gentleman comes to my rescue!

We get home, and I start dinner. Pia's pretty whiny, but she's tired and at this point it's too late for her to take a nap. Dinner gets made, and the girls sit down to eat. Mid-way through the meal, Nana has to pee. *she does this on her own, I only help if she needs me* Well once again, we are in a piss puddle. Not sure what happened, the door was open. My guess was that she held it too long and couldn't get her pants down. So off I go to clean up piss again.

McHusband worked until 11 last night, so it was all me for bath/bedtime. Poor guy gets home, showers, eats, and goes to sleep only to wake up again at 4:30 to go back to work.

Needless to say, yesterday sucked. Hoping today is better.

Hit me!

We're a very..............physical house. Nana loves to "fight" - one of her favorite things.

This evening, I was laying across McHusbands back, and she randomly socked me, right in the middle of my back. Hurt like a bitch.

I lay there, planning my revenge, and she sidles up to me, and says, "hit me mama" between bursts of laughter. "Hit me!!!" she thinks it's hilarious. So I jump up and tackle her, and start slugging her. Pia decides to come over and help her mama and starts smacking Nana in the back.

Oh what a household we have.

Introduction

This will be a story of my journey - becoming a woman, wife and mother. My name is Jennifer, and this is the story of us.