It’s been a bit of a week around these parts. I don’t mean to be dramatic, here. Okay, who am I kidding, I mean to be a little dramatic. But we’ve truly had ourselves a bit of a week. Not like the kind of week people who are starving in Africa are having. Or the type of week someone sitting in a chemo chair is enduring. Or even the type of week a college student taking finals is stressing over. But a week just the same.
The weird thing is, as much as many of the events of the week seemed craptastic, I didn’t feel defeated by them. I just laughed. A lot. Not so much during the 1:30 am to 4:30 am time period on Sunday or Monday night. But otherwise, it almost became comical. The sink is completely clogged, ha! Two kids cultured for strep in one day, hee! Tiny red bumps covering the trunk of the toddler, oh my! Could that be just a smidgen of a new bout of thrush appearing, Bwahagagahaha! I mean, sometimes you just gotta laugh, amiright? And other than laughter, I got by through the skin of my teeth on a diet of teddy grahams, cinnamon spice cake {thanks to my mother-in-law}, and Diet Coke. So perhaps the sugar rush is actually what is keeping me from my usual response of crying. And, bonus, I got my workouts via bouncing a baby for 45 minute periods. You’d be amazed how sore your legs can get from repetitive bouncing. Which is especially good when the gym seems at fault for the bugs in the babe. As for the hubs, I’m not really certain how he made it through his work days. Perhaps he was packin’ a flask. Or wearing glasses with trick eyeballs on the front. Note to self: must buy hubs glasses with eyeballs on the front.
If you’d have asked me on Monday, I would have said that if we all made it out alive, from under this week’s nuttiness, then that would be victory in and of itself. Monday… the four Diet Coker. Call it poison if you will, while I’ve been rationing all things made of fire due to Harrison’s sensitive esophagus, I ended up breaking down, falling off the wagon, and downing 4… yes, 4… cans of Diet Coke aka my very best friend {literally. Just look at the can. I drink the BFF and mom ones since my name handicap prevents me from acquiring an Ashli bottle} on Monday. It was just a 4 diet coke-could-easily-fall-asleep-standing-up-wanting-to-run-away kinda day. And per the uzh, the Diet Coke worked its magic.
And now today, all seems pretty darn right with the world. Had a playdate with one of my besties and her duo, got to catch up with our fave Super Nanny, and got to see a whole slew of peeps I adore last night. I mean, we’re tired as all get-out, but we’ve been tired for 5 and a half years so what’s a few more days? And the middlest did have a minor {ahem} tantrum, but the day wouldn’t be complete without one. And the wee one still hates his binky and would rather scream for 45 minutes at bedtime. But those things are pretty standard. Next week will bring its own shenanigans {and likely some sleep training}, of this I’ve no doubt, but for today, I’m going to pop a can of Diet Coke, wear my Wonder Woman shirt {yes, my children choose my clothes} and toast to the success of us muddling through. Because sometimes you gotta celebrate the small victories. TGIF!
