The saga continues...

Worked till 3pm, raced home to deal with the newly scheduled showing at 4:30. Cleaned the place, loaded 4 kids and dog in the car... I guess when you have 2 barfers, it is a success that there was only one episode of puking while we drove around waiting to get back into the house an hour later.

Please, please, oh merciful god, let someone buy this house...

The last 20 hours

10pm - Trying to get house in order for a 8:30am showing.

2am - "Mommy... I just barfed..." says Calvin. New comforter cover, new security blanket stand-in, new stain in the For Sale carpet

5:15am - 5:15am?? But my alarm was set for 4:30?? And why does my watch say 5:15am but my alarm clock say 3:15? I am so confused. *&@#$%##

5:20am - Power nurse

5:40am - In the car, grimy. Just a touch of bed head for the patients' enjoyment.

6:00am - 8 people waiting to be seen in the full ER. I'm yer gal...

7:30am - Call to assure Omar is awake and clearing out of the house with 4 kids and a dog. Call cut short by Omar saying "Oh no, Calvin just barfed milk everywhere..." We hang up.

1:30pm - Call from JCC - Leo has been in daycare 3 days... and has a temp of 102. That was quick...

2pm - Leave work, go get Leo, (leave Spencer there since he is still napping) come home to relieve Omar from Cal duty so he can return to brewery.

4pm - Call from JCC - Spencer feels bad. No fever, but looks ill

4:30 - Spencer barfs in the car on the way home.

Now, at 7:30 - trying to get kids into bed (solo... Omar is leading a brewery tour), and feeling like I will be thrilled if only I can make it to 9pm. Great news? Omar leaves town tomorrow...

Little man, meet Big Big World

It's official. Leo put on his big boy pants (well, actually I put them on him...) and started daycare yesterday. We lovingly refer to the Jewish Community Center as "camp" in our family. So, I am at the house this afternoon trying to do some much needed yard work while Leo, Cal and Spence are at camp. I keep feeling like I need to go check on someone. Anyone... 

Nope, I am here by myself. I haven't been alone in the house in 7 months.

And Leo was a rock star. He already has the ladies questioning if he is going to be stealing the designation of "happiest baby" in the room. He slept great in his camp crib (a feat we have yet to master at the house), and made me (despite having done this 3 times before) feel much more at ease with the whole process. It's easier the 4th time around, but that doesn't make it easy.

So, with that, I feel like the little baby faze is, yet again, behind me. It really does go so so fast.

There was much fun...

Can't wait for Florida...

Me.... so.... sleepy... Worked 'till 3:30am last night, have to get to bed tonight for a 7am shift tomorrow. Thus, I cut this morning's sleep short in an effort to not be lying awake at 2am tonight wide awake. 

This week is really fun...

Packing

I knew this was going to happen...

We are leaving on a jet plane Friday morning for Florida! Yippee! As one of my co-workers puts it, we are taking "a trip." "A vacation" is something we used to take. Something, I hear, we will take again in about 4 years. But, since this is as close to relaxation as I am going to get, I am still very excited.

The problem. I work basically every day leading up to the 7:20am departure on Friday. (I do have a day off, but it's after I work until 3am the night before, so a good portion of that day will be spent sleeping). I had days off last week, but it seemed ridiculous to pack 10 days ahead of time. I knew I would get to Sunday, look grimly ahead to the upcoming week, then ask myself "When, oh when, am I going to accomplish all that needs to happen before we leave?"

Between the 4 car seats, a baby Bjorn, 4 sets of summer clothes (which are SOOO readily available here in 26 degree Minnesota.... did I mention our house is on the market), buying new crocs, finding my sunglasses, figuring out how we are actually going to GET to the airport, getting our dog to a friend's house, organizing entertainment for 3 children on a plane, and leaving this place in pristine condition to allow showings in our absence... oh, sweet lord.

So, wish me luck. I hope the relaxation of next week is hard core, because I am going to need it!

Again, compare and contrast

Yet again, I am amazed and how much #4 and #1 are twins much more than the twins. Check it out...

Leo

Max

Max

Leo

Leo

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