Yo soy La Lay

adventures in family, faith, and Down syndrome

Well that escalated quickly…

on April 27, 2014

I love my Sunday night wind-down. The evening before the work week begins is so sacred to me that I refuse to make Sunday evening plans. Ever.

(So I guess if you have invited me to do something on a Sunday and I have declined, you now know it was for my own selfish reasons.)

Daycare bag packing. Water bottle finding. Sunday night dinner at the table together, usually take-out. Gathering up a few things to come to school with me… are my pants wrinkle free? Nope, better hang them up… Girls in bed, Ellie’s MeReader telling them a story that I can hear on the monitor… Then checking in on Facebook or Pinterest while drifting off to sleep… This is my ritual. It’s my peace before the crazy rush of a Monday. But not tonight.

Tessa has a cold, again. This one is worse than the others have been, complete with her first fever. The cough is kind of brutal, but it’s productive and I’ve had the distinct joy of pulling globs of nastiness out of her mouth for the past couple of days. She’s asleep in her car seat in her little corner of our closet now.

About three hours ago, we were driving home from a day with my family. John was talking about catching up on the DVR and I was telling him that I was looking forward to some quiet time on my long-neglected Pinterest boards. When we walked in the door, suddenly there was a crying, hangry (love that new word!) toddler with no interest in eating anything but milk. Then the other one is crying, but can’t eat without gagging on the bottle. My mom is calling to tell us that she has a fever also and then we’re trying to put the girls to bed and Tessa needs Tylenol, but it’s expired and then I’m at CVS to buy meds, but I’m stuck behind a crazy coupon lady with fourteen boxes of band aids. Back at home, Ellie is screaming about the unfairness of her bedtime and Tessa is throwing up on my shoulder and John and I are wondering how the heck our Sunday has turned into a tornado of chaos.

It is the kind of evening that makes me happy to go to work on Monday… even knowing that all day, I’ll be thinking about my little sickie.

How many days until Summer??

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