If I am able to get anything else accomplished in the next week, in addition to getting my children clothed and in clean diapers, as well as fed and bathed at the appropriate times, I will be pretty darn pleased with myself.
Case in point: this is the state my house is in at the moment. Cassidy had managed to create this total chaos by 9 in the morning. Ahem.
Why am I falling apart at the seams? Well, with my little boy's surgery hanging over my head, I am not exactly what you'd call emotionally stable.
But let's get back to yesterday...
I spent the better part of the afternoon and evening on the phone with Dylan's cardiologist and his Early Intervention nurse trying to figure out why his hands and arms were purple. They were concerned that this may be his heart going into distress. After answering a million questions about Dylan's state over the past few days, I had to decide if I wanted to take him in, (not easy considering I am still without a car...but that's another story) or monitor him further. I decided to keep a close eye on him and was told to call if anything else looked "off". I wrapped him up in blankets and turned up the heat...and watched him. Thankfully, a few hours later his coloring normalized. Whew.
While all of this was going on, I had found my dog lying in a puddle of blood. Dave had to take her in to the vet at 7:30 last night to have an infected mass (blech) removed. She is now sporting the lovely lampshade. She is not very happy about it, but then again, we aren't all that thrilled about the stained carpets and the surgery bill, Bailey.
Ah well. At least one person isn't phased by the madness.