- Camden broke a bottle of red nail polish, all over the bathroom. Luckily, no glass shards or injuries to report, however, my fancy bathmat, Camden's nice grey sweatpants, and his new pair of socks did not survive. House reeked of nail polish/nail polish remover for the rest of the day.
- Silly me decided to take an 11-month old, a 4-year-old, and a very neurotic 10-year old dog to the vet at 9:00 a.m.. When we arrived, we learned they were short-staffed, dealing with a handful of emergencies, and would be with us "shortly". Griffin got a little slap-happy after the long wait, but other than that, we survived!
- Force-fed above-mentioned 11-month old prune juice with a syringe, in an effort to solve his massive "constipation" problem. It wasn't pleasant, but hey, it worked!
- Endured day three of non-stop chatter from 4-year-old. Steve is away at an Army commitment, so I've not had any adult interaction since Friday. Goodness, I love that boy more than life itself, but can he TALK! He does not come up for air from the time he gets up until he goes to bed at night, and every sentence begins with, "Mummy? Guess what?"
- Had to sit down and write out medication schedules for Griffin and Riley, so as not to administer amoxicillan to Riley, or ear mite medicine to Griffin.
Time for a glass of wine! Nighty-night!
1 comment:
Oh my, sounds like we should plan to meet at a park??
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