Oh yay, what a day.

I know it could have been worse.

I put the kids to bed last night, and around midnight, I heard screaming coming from the boys' room. I ran in there and Daniel was crying that he had to go to the bathroom. We sprinted and barely made it before he had a massive bout of diarrhea. Then while he was sitting there, he started to puke. He was not a happy camper. So he came out to the living room and sat with me while I watched a movie. This went on until about 4am, so needless to say, I didn't get much sleep last night.

I got up early enough (5:45ish) to take the cinnamon rolls out of the fridge and preheat the oven, and then I laid back down "for a few minutes". Next thing I knew, it was 6:54. We have to leave by 7:15 to get the older 3 kids to school on time. I threw the cinnamon rolls into the oven, yelled at the kids, and got them up and dressed and they got all of their stuff together. I grabbed plastic plates, threw hot cinnamon rolls onto them, and got everyone into the van by about 7:20. They ate and I drove, and we made it to the school on time - barely. Then we took off again so that I could get Alex to his school by 8:00. I think it was 8:02 when we pulled in - worked for me at that point. Besides, there was a school van pulling up behind us at the same time, so it's not like we were that late, right?

Daniel and I came home, and all I wanted to do was lay back down for a while. But he had other ideas. After being a Vomit Rocket all night long, the kid was ready to go this morning! He was in such a good mood and just wanted to DO stuff all morning. I really just wanted to sleep. But about the time I decided that it was pointless and I would go get a shower, there was a knock at the door.

Hello, Mr. Maintenance Dude.

I had called the landlord the other day because there is STILL a leak in the bathroom - but I had figured out where it was coming from and it really only needed some caulking. So he came in, took a look at it, and went to get the stuff that he needed. He found a few more leaks and so he went caulk-crazy, which of course meant that I couldn't take a shower. *rolling eyes*

I did go a little crazy this afternoon and whipped up a batch of cornbread. From scratch. Just because I wanted some. And it was goooooooooooood. Even the kids liked it, which amazed me since they're normally so picky about that. Oh, and that's the second pan of cinnamon rolls which will be tomorrow's breakfast since I plan to get up on time. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I did finally decide that it was time to do Daniel's laundry today. The good part about him having a ton of clothes is that I don't have to do his very often. The bad part is that when I finally do decide to do it, his basket looks something like this.

When the pile of dirty laundry is taller than the kid who wears the clothes, it's time to do it. No more excuses.

Of course the girls decided that I need to do their laundry tonight too - which I'm not really looking forward to doing, but at the same time they did finally tell me that they need to have it done the night before, instead of pitching a total fit 5 minutes before it's time to go to school because they don't have anything to wear. Plus, I was just informed that they need to have something pink to wear to the football game tomorrow night. Like that's going to work - they don't have a lot of pink stuff, and I know I don't have any. Pink is not a popular color in this house. At all.

I keep saying that I'm just going to make them start doing their own laundry - but I haven't done it yet. I know that they're old enough, but sometimes it's just easier to do it myself. At least then I know that it's done right.

Oh boy....I think I just discovered another control-freak-tendency of mine. Every time I say that I'm not a control freak, something like that pops up. *sigh* I should just give up and admit it.

But I'm really not that bad. I don't have to be in total control all of the time. Do I?

Poop rant and a sneak peek (not of poop though)

I have mixed emotions about this day. I slept - a lot, which I'm assuming was a good thing, although it really did make me feel like crap later.

I got a few things done around the house - always good.

And then I got a call from Alex's school informing me that he had pooped in his pants. OK, so I told the nurse that he has a change of clothes in his backpack for this very reason - he tends to "streak" his underwear, but it's usually a bit more substantial than a streak and necessitates a change of drawers, at least. The nurse politely informed me that I needed to come to the school and take care of it.

*grumble* *grumble*

OK, I was already out and about, so it took me about 1 minute to get to the school (literally) and then about 30 seconds to get from the van to the nurse's office. He was sitting there on a chair, waiting for me. The nurse was kind enough to go get his spare clothes from his backpack and I took him into the bathroom to start cleaning up the mess.

Oh boy. This was more than a streak. Yeah. Poor kid had made a royal mess. This was a full-blown diarrhea disaster. By the time I got him cleaned up, his bottom was red and sore and I took one look at his face and told him that I was taking him home. He said that his stomach started to hurt during lunch, so I'm guessing that he picked up some kind of a bug somewhere along the way. We came home and he just hung out on the couch and watched movies and relaxed.

I'm not extremely happy that the school let him just sit in the mess, causing him to get a rash from it. I would think that they could have at least removed the nasty clothes and let him sit bare-butt on the toilet to keep it from getting any worse. But instead, they let him sit in it - and I'm not sure how long it was from the time that it was discovered until the time that they called me either. Hopefully it wasn't too long.

Hopefully whatever it was, it was just a quick bug and he'll be better by tomorrow. =/

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Since I have my quilt blocks done for the Christmas quilt block swap, I don't have any really pressing crafty projects going on right now. So I decided to work on one that's been laying on the rocking chair in my living room for oh, a few months now. Yep, it's one of those ones that I started and then never finished, and kept getting distracted, and well, you know how it goes!

So here are a few shots of it, but I'm not showing you much because I don't have any pictures of what it's going to look like when it's done, and I'm not 100% sure what I'm going to do with it yet.

What will it be when it's done?

Your guess is as good as mine, at this point.