My daughter comes to me daddy your home. Sounds great at first until you notice the gross , nasty goop that is coming from her eyes. Then on top of the nasty cross between slime Ghostbusters looking, and a runny nose eye junk, she looks like rocky after a bout with Apollo Creed from her eyes being swollen, and red. This is all at the end of an 8 hour work day full of stress, and chaos. The great part was when you call your advice nurse through your provider, and you are on hold for 1, and a half hours just to talk with a nurse.
The whole time I am on hold I am thinking what if this was something serious? Is there only one nurse working in the call center? While I am on hold waiting for the nurse to come on the line, my youngest boy our newborn blows out his diaper in one good grunt, and push. All that I kept thinking was that seen from the movie Three Men and a Baby, where they are wearing rubber gloves, masks, and aprons going in to change a diaper. Kids should come with a toxic waste tattoo right above their butt. After disposing of the atomic bomb that Gunnar created I had to tear down his bouncer to wash it, his blanket, and his outfit.
I cannot believe how fast laundry mounds up holly cow. I feel like we do laundry all day everyday, and it continues to show up. We have probably purchased enough laundry soap to fill an Olympic sized swimming pool in the last 8 years of Marriage. Five kids, two adults I think I may find a Nanny with money from that tree in the backyard that grows money, ha lol, if only.
It’s amazing how many things at one time a parent has to juggle: waiting on hold for an advice nurse, holding hot and cold compresses on your daughters eyes, keep daughter from touching anything, washing everyone’s hands, making dinner, doing laundry, changing diapers, feeding the dogs, good lord…
Oh yeah and I didn’t tell ya the great part of how I think she got the pink eye. I’m throwing up in my mouth ick. So, last night we put our girls down to sleep, and while my wife, and I were walking around doing other household chores, my two girls woke up, and snuck out of their room. Our youngest daughter somehow in a matter of seconds got into our cat box, and was sprinkling it on my daughter with guess what Pink Eye now. I about lost my cookies when I saw that. All I could say was Bath, Vacuum, Cleaning Supplies, New location for cat box.
Kids are sleeping, Dogs are snoring, Cats are who knows where. The house is silent, and I am enjoying my few minutes of blissful quite time. Only a few hours until I start all over again.