So, I am awake and bright eyed and bushy tailed. (You believe that, right?!?!) We kept the kids up a good hour past their bedtime in order to make them sleep in a little for me this morning. Why does that never work right? They only do it when you absolutely have to be somewhere first thing. Anyway, today is my morning to do with what I want and 99.999% of the time, I choose sleep. However, Mister Man informed me yesterday that he had to go meet his dad to do some stuff first thing this morning. Great. Give me a little warning next time, please. I look forward to Saturday mornings all week. Oh well. I did tell him to please try and be here, if he could get away, in time to take our sickies to a birthday party. I still don’t go anywhere with the two of them if I can help it and can count on one hand how many times I have been that brave. And, Henry is sick and very clingy.
He did at least get up with the baby a little before 7:00. He woke me up about 7:45ish with this look of horror on his face saying he really had to get in the shower because the baby had just emptied the entire contents of his stomach all over him and the chair. And then says, to top it off, as soon as he got all that somewhat cleaned up and clothes changed, the baby had a “big ass explosive orange poop that got everywhere.” Karma. Poor guy. I will get to sleep in the morning, damn it.
Okay, so we had a nice dinner with the in-laws and then decided to go buy a b-day presesnt for the party today. And, super hero suits. The birthday party is super hero themed and asked for you to wear your own super hero suit. We don’t have super hero suits. Unless there is one that dresses like a princess. We have a whole trunk of princess and fairy costumes. A fairy can be a super hero, don’t you think? TRU was closing, so we had to go across the road to the walmarts. They had nothing in the way of super hero suits. I did buy Henry some Spiderman pajamas, though. It was the only thing I could find. Can he wear them??? Is that stupid to bring him in pajamas? I’m thinking yes, but Mista thinks it’s okay. Maybe, I’ll not only brave the b-day party sans the Man, maybe I’ll gather my own super strengths and brave TRU with both kids in tow… We’ll see. Let me finish my pot of coffee and rethink the matter….