This morning, Tillman and I were running errands. I watch another preschool mom's two boys on Wednesdays and in return she watches Tillman when I need to go into the office and for random things I need. It's a great deal, but it is exhausting to have three boys for those 3+ hours and sometimes really stressful. Okay, so this morning we have our errands run and we are a little ahead, so I'm going to stop into Fred Meyer for a few mintues before we go over to the boy's house. Tillman barfs. He's a barfer, not really sick, he probably just gagged or something. So, I'm upset and I have to turn the car around and go home to change his clothes instead of going to Fred Meyer. I don't care about Fred Meyer, but changing barf clothes sucks. So, we get home, I get Tillman in the bathroom and take his clothes off. Without looking, I open the bedroom door to let Sadie out. When I go into the room, I see an entire package of toilet paper shredded and all over the room. In addition to this, there are potty dots all over the floor in there. I I think she got scared when I got home and started going potty. I'm on my hands and knees with about 1 minute before we have to go, cleaning up this toilet paper all over the place and spraying the potty and trying to clean that up when I find three spots in the closet of CAT PEE. We found fleas on them last night, so I'm hoping that they are just upset about that and once the fleas are treated, there won't be any more cat pee. I am so stressed out.
Luckily, one of the boys is napping for another half hour or so (hopefully), so I will only have all three for about 2 hours. The other boys are playing well together which they don't always do, and I remembered my iPod with CHRISTMAS music on it. On the list of things that make me smile and can bring me out of a bad mood, Christmas music is way up there.
Anyway, just venting. It makes me feel like it's less of a deal if I can just type it out instead of thinking of all the crud that happened in the span of about 15 minutes.
Re: What a morning. Vent