I Want My Blankies Back

I have three throw blankets that hang around the living room waiting for me to catch a chill.  They never have to wait for very long, as I'm pretty much a lizard.  Recently, the kids have decided that, no matter how many of their own blankets are around, they need to use mine.  Usually as a napkin or toilet.

Right now I'm shivering and hunched over my laptop, using its heat to keep my hands from frosting over (which is also why I'm posting for a second time today--I've got to keep moving) and where are my blankets?

Blanket #1: The boy fell asleep in it the other night, so I left him in it to take him to bed.  What I failed to notice on the way up is that he spilled milk on it.  Later that night he got mad about the no bottle thing and it got kicked underneath his bed.  This is where I found it this morning.  Stinking like four day old milk.  It's in the washing machine right now.

Blanket #2: This is a huge black and gray comforter.  Not really a "throw" blanket, but sometimes I get really, really cold and a little, fuzzy butt-cover just won't do.  Right now it's missing.  I know the kids took it somewhere and did something with it, but now I can't find it.  Where would it be if I could find it?  In the wash with the throw.  The last time I saw the thing, my boy had peed on it while napping.

Blanket #3: Is in the car and I'm not touching it.  Carsick Cathy barfed on it.  Even if I washed it, I would know it used to have puke on it and, therefore, would not cover myself with it.  I'm a weirdo.  Someday, I will trick Mr. A into removing it from the car for me and then I will kill it with fire.

Yes the car smells.

Really though, it would smell anyway because of the fast food bags in the back.  And because of the week old coffee mug I keep forgetting to bring in.

Now this is getting gross, but I can't stop typing.

Aw man!

I was really looking forward to spending the day with my little CrazyChick. It had been a while since we've spent time alone. I had some fun things planned. The only sticky part: I had to take her in for her annual wellness visit first.

No shots or anything, so I was thinking that it wouldn't be all that bad. She might get a little impatient with sitting in the exam room, but I brought a book and her Leapster, so I figured we were covered if it wasn't too long.

It wasn't the long wait that did us in though, it was her long memory. She was called into the hallway and it immediately hit the fan. She started screaming bloody murder. She hasn't gotten any shots in 2 years, but she remembers. Ugh.

I couldn't even talk to her doctor. Forget trying to take her temperature or do any sort of a physical exam. Her doctor actually made fun of me when I said that we were going to take her to the dentist in a couple of months. Well, so far, the dentist hasn't given her any shots, so I'm pretty sure she'll be fine. If not, that'll be her dad's problem anyway.

Afterward, we went to visit the girls at work. They made her feel better. Which was good because our next stop was the preschool we were hoping to enroll her in. She was good for us there. Whew!

I thought I'd take her out for a little bit of shopping because she'd been so good (since the doctor's office), but about 20 minutes out from the store I hear this weird noise. I look up into the rearview just in time to see her vomiting all over herself.

Carsick Cathy strikes again.

The Outing

Why does it have to be a disaster every time we leave the house? Maybe it's becuse I'm a horrible procrastinator. Could also be my active rebellion against all structure on the weekend. At any rate, yesterday did not go as expected.

Two hours before we needed to leave, I have to force Mr. LazyDad out of bed. We start listing all the things that need to be done before we can take off. Showers, fix stroller, pack bag, buy ice and drinks, hit ATM.

We also talked about waking Little Missy MorningHarpy up at around 8:00. Two reasons: 1) She is not a morning person which makes her a crybaby diva for the first hour she's awake. 2) She gets car sick unless her stomach is settled before we leave. I've found in the past that an hour is plenty of time for that.

So we're 1/2 way though the showers portion of our plan when I come downstairs at 8:30 expecting to see my GruffGirl and nope. Someone didn't wake her up. Now I'm sort of in a bind. We can't not feed her. The kid needs breakfast. We'll have to chance it.

I was also expecting the stroller to be fixed in about 5 minutes. That did not happen. Apparently it takes Mr. FixitDad 45 freakin' minutes to put wheels on a stroller. I was really counting on him to be done with the wheels, the bag and the Banshee by the time I got done with my shower.

I'm rushed now to toss together a bag, wake the beast and feed her some kind of breakfast, then finish getting ready myself. In 1/2 an hour. Right.

We only left 2 minutes late thanks to my skills at being WonderWoman. The car ride was long, but pleasant. The kids played and slept. It was like a dream until....

BBBLLLEEECCCHHH!

That would be CarSickCathy. Who woulda guessed it. We were only 5 minutes away from stopping. This couldn't have waited? Ugh. So I'm fishing around the bag for something to clean her up with. She just keeps puking. Ew.

We finally get stopped and I thought, "Well I'll just put her in the spare outfit I brought." Except there isn't a spare. I forgot to pack extra clothes. Well, even WonderWoman gets caught by the villain sometimes. Whatever. I just doused her with water and scrubbed everywhere I saw barf. That would have to do.

Of course, we invited along Mr. Awesomeness's mom and grandma. As soon as Grandma SuperCritic sees the puke stained baby, she feels she needs to pipe up. She turns to Mom-Of-Mr. A and says, "What did I tell ya. I knew she shouldn't have eaten breakfast." Die you old hag. Really, did you think your Monday Morning Quarterbacking was doing anyone any good? Shut the hell up. You know, she might just make my other blog for that one.

Right away PukyPatty start hollering that she's bored. Luckily, the place we were at had a petting zoo. That really saved our ass. Until she was done petting the animals anyway. We spent the rest of our day catering to her. It was a total nightmare. No one else got to do anything they wanted. We left early. What a bummer. We don't have a chance to get out much, so I was hoping we'd get more out of this trip.

Next time, stroller wheels and bag gets done the night before.