When it Rains It Pours

Last weekend has to be one of the craziest weekends I have had in quite a while. Let me give you the recap. Midnight Friday night. Emme wakes up. Emme refuses to go back to sleep. I feed her. She still refuses to go back to sleep. She spends the next three and a half hours alternating between screaming and playing in my living room floor while I watch Sahara on TV. I feed her again. She finally goes to sleep around 3:30 or 4. Saturday morning at 6. I get up and get dressed because Emme's 9 month portraits are at 8. I get Emme up. One of her eyes is red and puffy. I figure this is from lack of sleep and lots of crying. We go to the photography studio and take pictures. She does remarkably well given the circumstances. We go back home. I eat breakfast and leave for work. Work till 4:30. Get home to see Emme's eye is still red and the other one is looking bad, too. Gonna have to make a trip to the doctor. Conclude that continued crying is due to teething. At least I can give her Tylenol for that. Put kids to bed at 8, thankfully no one wakes up!!! Sunday morning. Arrive at Urgent Care at 8:05. Emme has pink eye. Leave Urgent Care at 9:45. Go get prescription filled. Get home after 11. Learn that while Brent was trying to be a good husband and clean the oven, sparks flew when he lifted the lower heating element to get up underneath it and the whole thing went dead. Spend the next hour trying to find someone who will come and fix my stove on a Sunday. Thank you Donald's Electric Appliances. Things slowly begin to return to normal. Then Brent's allergies kick in and all of a sudden he is sick. Then at 11:45 p.m. just when we have gotten to bed, Emme wakes up. She finally goes back to sleep at 2:30. Fast forward to 5:30 am this morning. I hit the snooze twice. Finally I crawl out of bed at 6:00. Rush to get ready and out the door. Halfway to school realize Haley's napper was left in the dryer. Get Brent to deliver napper to school where he sees she is the only one there who doesn't have a coat to put on to go outside, where it is STILL COLD. Surely at this point things can only get better. I am not working late tonight. I am leaving in time to pick up Emme from her Grammie's before 5:30. As soon as the girls to go bed tonight I am going to bed. I do not care about taxes or the pile of laundry that hasn't left my bedroom floor in a month. I am tired. I need sleep. But for now I am trying not to think about it any more. Back to work I go.