Airplanes, Puke, Pedialyte... Oh My!!

*phew*

What a week. It started on

Day One... Monday... 4 a.m.... Hubbs left for a business trip to Ft. Lauderdale. He quietly snuffled on both nugglets before he left, but of course, Bean woke up crying, thinking Daddy didn't give her the 5 snuffles he promised. After much Muma snuffling and Sprout's gooey kisses, she was ok (if you don't know what snuffling is, it's our version of snuggling... with little snuffle noises that produce mass amounts of giggles... usually... sometimes not).  There were a few melt-downs, but we prevailed.

Day Two... Tuesday... Sprout wakes up cranky and proceeds to puke his entire breakfast onto my living room carpet... greeeeaaaat... after 3 upchucks and refusal to eat, we embark on a journey to get pedialyte. I say journey because if you've ever tried to "just go to the store" with 2 nugglets, you know that that alone makes it a journey. Because of said puking, Bean had to miss dance lessons which promptly induced more melt-downs... BUT, I more than made up for it by making granola bars with chocolate chips... she stopped crying. Take that melt-down!! Muma wins! Muma wins! *enthusiastically dancing* Both nuggs finally went to bed after a puke session from Sprout, which means I got to do my exercising at 9:30 at night... go me.

Day Three...Wednesday... Up and at 'em at 6 am... not ok, but up and at 'em nonetheless... *sigh* Sprout kept down cheerios and Pedialyte, was in a cheery mood, so we decided to finally bathe our dirty selves and surprise Mimi with a visit at work. A fun visit, and "Meemster" was surprised. Yay! We met all the lovelies she works with, who "oohed" and "ahhed" over my nugglets. Which, by the way, maybe it's just me being a weirdo, but I immensely dislike people I don't know touchin' my nuggs. Hands off, Peeps!! They're mine, you no touchy! Back to the day at hand... we arrived home safely and had no melt-downs OR puke. Success is mine!!!

Day Four... Thursday... Hubbs comes home today. Whoop whoop! *happy dance*  Sprout woke up cranky today, which may be due to the fact that he was up all night... and up at 6:30! Ugh. Needless to say, he was asleep during our morning snuffle at 8:15.  Blessed me with time to shower... I even got to use lotion!! Yay! My skin rejoiced!!  We decided to surprise Hubbs and meet him at the airport when he flew in. We arrived at the airport with a few minutes to spare and proceeded to watch a little girl consume an orange soda. Now, I say this because she was little. As in, tried to talk to Bean, who didn't speak because we teach them not to talk to strangers unless Muma and Daddy say it's ok. I gave the go ahead and they promptly started gabbing. The aforementioned little girl divulged that it was her birthday tomorrow and she was turning 4... that's right drinking soda at 4. Did I mention it was Sunkist Orange Soda?? If any of you know me, you know that itis my vice... that and Slim Jims... I know, I know... I'm ashamed... Anywho, Sunkist is the only orange soda made that has added caffeine, and this 3-almost-4 year old little girl was swigging it it down. All I could think about was her stomach lining and tooth decay in 15 years... Uh, so yea... Hubbs came out, very surprised and nauseous... *sigh* I just can't win! 

We got home after a trip for Black beans and ginger ale (not to be eaten together... ewww!) and the family, sans me, all napped on and off for 2 1/2 hrs. Lucky ducks. I rocked both nuggs and got peed on in the process. I'm awesome. ;)


My only sane thought this week was: God doesn't give you more than you can handle. I repeated this to myself over and over...

So, that was my week in a very long-winded montage. Thanks for reading. and maybe laughing... at the peed on part. :)