Anyone notice that I ripped off the naming convention of a popular 90's television show? Anyone that can figure it out - you win! I don't know what you win... but I might come up with a prize if someone guesses.
This has shaped up to be the week from hell, and it really was supposed to be great. Ah, that's how these things happen - you have high hopes for things to fall into place... and that's when they start to actually unravel.
It all started last night, we were sitting in the living room enjoying our regular nightly routine. The boys were changed and ready for bed... drinking their last bottles of the night and playing. I was on the floor with James, and John was in his chair with Tyler. When I suddenly heard the unmistakeable sounds that happen when Tyler is getting sick.
We started getting John and Tyler cleaned up - I took James to bed... and then got Tyler to bed after we gave him a bath. John was cleaning up our bathroom, and took it a few steps further to clean the jacuzzi tub. He looked up a process online to clean the jets in the tub, and was in the final phase while I was cleaning the kitchen. Again, things seemed normal until I heard him calling for help... oiy.
One of the jets somehow started shooting water up on the wall of the bathroom - thus flooding the room and causing a big ordeal for us to clean up. Good times, I tell ya. My fajita dinner quickly became Chinese delivery with all of these shenanigans.
The fun only keeps going today... when I realize that all of the supplies for Tyler's 1st birthday party this weekend are sitting on my doorstep in HOUSTON! FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC! UGH! I've spent a good part of today freaking out about it, and coming up with a plan B... which thanks to some help from some fabulous people will work out fine... but seriously ya'll... what else is going to happen this week?
Oh yeah, and Tyler is getting a new tooth too... swell. Pray for us!