5:00pm- Husband calls: Cub has (another) migraine and is going to skip lacrosse. Again.
5:15pm- Mama arrives home, takes dinner (prepared last night) out of the oven.
5:20pm- Cub vomits.
5:30pm- Mama tucks Cub in bed with Tylenol and bucket, ensures that towels are covering every square inch of carpet surrounding his bed.
5:40pm- Mama sits down to dinner.
5:45pm- Mooch complains of stomach ache. Shit.
6:00pm- Mooch goes to bed.
6:15pm- Mama cleans up kitchen.
7:00pm- Mama brings Zook up to bed, which is shared with Mooch– Who is now moaning.
7:15pm- Mama nearly loses her shit and Husband comes up for relief. Did I mention I appreciate this man?
8:00pm- Mooch, moaning again. Shit. It’s coming.
8:02pm- Mooch vomits. Mama is a little slow with the bucket. Mama brings Mooch downstairs to bathroom, cleans him up, changes his shirt. Husband attempts clean up. With Mama’s bath towel. Never mind the last bit about appreciating him.
8:15pm- Mooch goes back to bed. Mama finishes clean up.
9:30pm- Mama goes to bed.
9:45pm- Moaning. Mooch vomits again.
10:15pm- Mama tucks Mooch back into bed.
11:30pm- Mooch vomits.
1:40am- Mooch vomits.
3:35am- Mooch vomits.
4:30am- Cub comes in. He’s awake now.
5:00am- Husband gets up to shower. Mooch and Zook are up now too. Ugh. Mama hides.
6:00am- Mama is up.
8:30am- Mama arrives at work and gets to close the door to pee and eat snacks without running defense for the last bite. Amazing.
5:35pm- Mama arrives home from work. Husband has dinner on the table. Appreciating him again.
5:45pm- Mama remembers Mooch has Open House at preschool. At 6:00pm.
6:05pm- Open House.
6:45pm- Home. Mama scarfs down the rest of dinner.
7:00pm- Husband tucks kids in bed.
8:02pm- Zook has to pee. Ugh.
M&Ms really pair better with red… Cheers, Mamas!