Almost Through the Window

The weekend was gonna be a great one. You know how it is this time of year? Some time celebrating the season. Some time with friends. Some time for the mama and the papa to get fancified. Just makin’ memories. Livin’ the dream.

On the docket:
Caroling. Spearheaded by the 5 year old.
A very important birthday party.
A company party.
Church.
And Christmasing.

So a-caroling we did go. Which was pretty darn hilarious.

complete with a hand-crafted caroling bracelet for the lady of the house from the 5 year old.

And to the birthday party, too. And we saw some our very fave friends. And celebrated our godddaughter and her bro.

And then… well… the plans went out the window. Massively out the window. Almost through the window, in fact.

Because one boy got stitches. Six of them. After cracking his head on a window sill.

One boy got the barfs. Post church and afternoon nap on Sunday.

Then two got the barfs. And the buckets. And the blankets.

One finally got over his 8 day fever. And got his first First birthday gift. But also got in on the barfing business. Not to be outdone by his olders.

And the leader of the pack. The head bird. Though we made it to the company party, he is not too far behind where the barfing is concerned, I fear.

Oh yes. And I caught vomit in my cupped hands. Because sometimes, duty calls.

I think the last time my eyes saw the clock over night was at 3:30 this morning when I finally crawled into bed… Still in jeans and a tshirt {hey, 7am would be here in a jiffy… Why waste pajamas?} as the hubs stayed up for another “shift”. Ahhhh, the joys of parenting.

I suppose, in all fairness, we did get to most of the items on our list. But it definitely did not turn into the weekend we’d mentally prepared for. Predictable? Not so much. Planned? Not exactly. But memorable? I’ll give it that.