sometimes i just want to sit down in the middle of Target

It's never a good start when I'm awake to see the clock strike midnight. But last night, awake I was, carrying Isaac and his 3(?!) lovees and pillow from our bed to his, so he could finally drift off and get some rest. I had been holding his hand and keeping him company as we waited for his ridiculously high fever to subside. When he finally felt comfortable enough to sleep, he decided he couldn't sleep in our bed. So we shuffled. I woke Mo up from his nest on the couch and we set the alarm for 3:30, the time Isaac's medicine would be wearing off. 


Two seconds later it seemed, we awoke with a start to the confusing beeping you hear when you're not sure exactly why there's a truck in your house or who's baking something in the middle of the night. No one in our house was more confused than Xavier, who apparently also woke with a start. By the time I confirmed that Isaac was cool enough and didn't need to go to the ER, I entered Xavier's den, where the child had both legs extended 90 degrees in the air. He was wide awake, screaming and looking for lunch. I fed him and fed him and fed him, then collapsed back in to bed. Another two seconds passed, and I awoke to a very irritated and very hungry Finnian, demanding waffles and other breakfast foods, NOW. 


The excitement of the previous evening's activity, our town's annual Christmas light parade, had prevented any sort of substantial dinner consumption. I guess it all caught up with him 12 hours later, when he didn't understand why my producing a perfect breakfast right in that moment was just not in the cards.


A new day! The morning began with my usual routine: feeding, cleaning, dressing, brushing teeth, packing bags and snacks for four. We proceeded to the pediatrician who confirmed that Isaac was indeed better, but needed a urinalysis. He peed in the cup. I nursed a baby. Isaac pooped his pants while I nursed said baby. 


We drove to the lab (via the McDonald's drive thru for lunch - I am not ashamed to say that this is my ultimate time and sanity saver on days like today), where they had a computer issue and confused people, that made my quick pee cup drop off take 20 minutes. Finnian cried because it wasn't the quick drop off I told him it would be. 


Then we got to Target where I filled Mo in on Isaac's health over the phone while I saw several people I know who all wanted to get their baby time, all while I tried to corral boys, cart and list. I proceeded to start the "quick" shopping trip. Ten minutes in and in the back corner of the store, Finnian had to go to the bathroom. Right then. Awesome. We booked it back to the front and made it to the bathroom, where he decided it was time for a leisurely poop. After telling about the 20th person that I was just waiting for my son, not waiting for an empty stall, Finnian decided he could be done for now. We washed three sets of hands and started our shopping trip. Again. 


It was then that I just wanted to sit down. 


Sometimes my days just make me tired. Good thing I get lots of hugs and kisses. 


Here are a few pics from the "largest and longest" Christmas light parade in New England. I love our town. Finnian and I had a great time on our date. I just would have gone to bed right after the parade had I known what the evening would be like. Instead, I watched The Tudors. Thanks Ashley for the recommendation. We are hooked!

Main Street

My favorite float - a life guard's chair with sign: "191 days till summer"

So many fire trucks... so sad that Isaac was too sick to go

The grand finale, Mr. and Mrs. C, of course