Your Prerogative, Of Course.

Ahhhhhh, the joy of another day of "just Mom," as Dad is attending a class out of state.

I sure don't mean to grouse, but this is going to sound pretty complain-y. Please know that *I* know that I am very very blessed; I know this. That being said...

I slept pretty well, all things considered. Yesterday, I cleaned and vacuumed the upstairs and washed my bedding and walked 25 minutes on my treadmill and stayed up till around midnight so I would hopefully sleep really soundly. What happened, instead, was that I kept smelling the new fabric softener that I bought from Costco and had used on my bedding for the first time. Ugh. I have what Jason calls a "Super Snoz" because my sense of smell is really acute right now. So, you can only imagine how even a great smelling fabric softener can cause issues when it seems that you are completely surrounded by it. It was like being stuck in an elevator with someone wearing too much perfume. Ohhhhhh well. I'm sure tonight will be better.

Then, around 4:00 in the morning, I feel a little scratching on my back. Normally, I'd probably be freaked out thinking someone was attacking me, but I just rolled over and sure enough, there was Abigail. "My throat hurts." I felt her forehead and of course...hot. I got up and found the thermometer and turned out she had a 102 temp, so I got her some medicine and a sippy of water and put her back to bed. Then I tried to go back to bed, but man, my sheets and blankets sure smelled outdoor fresh, or whatever scent it was. I have no idea when I fell asleep after tossing and turning and wondering about nutty things like how I was going to get preschool tuition to school with a sick girl at home...ridiculous things that cannot be solved at 4:00ish in the morning, but that did get solved later in the morning at a more reasonable hour.

Anyway, Elisabeth woke up around 6:30 (of course this would happen...she's normally our best sleeper, so who knows why she was up at the crack of dawn) and thus the day started with, "Mom, we haven't had breakfast yet." ummmmmm, that's because it's only 6:30, but try to explain that to a 4 year old (though I did my best). Elisabeth promptly went back to her bedroom after this declaration and started, I don't know what it was...it sounded like singing or something, but that got Abigail up again. Then, Olivia got up around 7:00ish, so I was joined by all three of my wide awake beauties.

Here's a little tidbit about Olivia: she rarely eats immediately when she wakes up, and I don't blame her. So, I toast her frozen waffles and she'll let them sit until she's ready, and I'm fine with that. In the meantime, she hangs out with me in the kitchen and plays or does whatever she wants, as is her prerogative because she is only 20 months. Today was no different until she, just as I was getting her sisters' breakfast done, started puking...all over the kitchen floor and herself. Of course.

And, naturally, once all this had happened and I got everyone cleaned up, dressed, dosed up with medicine (except Elisabeth, for now), everyone is peppy and full of happy life and playful energy...except for me. I'd like to go back to bed, and I kind of feel like I've earned it because I've also done the dishes and the laundry and made beds, etc., but instead I think I'll watch American Idol that I DVR'd last night, and hopefully I won't fall asleep on the couch! :)

**NOTE** okay, I've just spelled check my post. Have you ever noticed that there are some words that are just a mystery on why they are spelled or pronounced the way they are? I thought prerogative was spelled "perogative." Hmmmm..."Pre-rogative?" I don't pronounce it that way. Is that how you are supposed to say it???? Hmmmm. ANYWAY! This is yet another illustration of how tired I am. lol.

And on that happy note, have a great day. It's your Prerogative! :)