Today was one of those days where:
We woke up around 9am after a night of very little sleep.
We stayed in our pajamas all day.
I didn't clean my house at all, and I didn't dirty any dishes.
I realized as we pulled up to Jack in the Box for dinner that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet.
Leighton fell off the table (why was he standing on the table?) and started bleeding from the inside and outside of his little cheek.
Eva cried ALL day and couldn't eat anything without screaming in pain. Pretty sure she has strep throat.
We almost finished off a bottle of Motrin.
I thought of every possible way to disguise Motrin, but Eva is no easy target. She can smell medicine from a mile away and starts a temper tantrum at the mere mention of the word.
I called my mom crying.
I called to ask a friend for help, which I HATE to do, and had her husband run to the store and get us some chewable Tylenol. Which Eva still wouldn't eat, despite my telling her it was candy.
The television was on almost all day. Barney, I'm so sick of you I could throw up in your face.
I put the kids down almost an hour early, and I'm gearing up for another night of hell.
17 more days until Andrew comes home. And if that's not an eternity, I don't know what is.