Kristy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

So today has been terrible and horrible, if you can't tell by the title. Have you ever had one of those days that everything that possibly can go wrong, does? I am having one of those days. Let me tell you why.

First, I was woken up at 6 A.M. to Ethan whining and crying. I laid there for a while thinking he would go back to sleep. At about 6:20, Brian was getting ready to leave for work and he went to lay Ethan back down. Brian came into our room saying that Ethan had thrown up everywhere and he was in desperate need of help. I went in there and there was vomit everywhere in his crib. The poor kid had been sitting in it for 20 minutes because I was too lazy to go check on in. AHHH! What a horrible mother I am. We got him all cleaned up and I laid him back down. He was so tired he fell right to sleep.

Then, Ethan woke up again about 8, which is his normal wake up time. I looked in the mirror and low and behold, another cold sore! I just got over one a few days ago. I have never had two in a row like this and I'm pretty upset about it. This one is making me feel sick and it hurts deeper than the other one did. AHHH!

After I had jumped in the shower with Ethan to clean off the throw up I missed with wipes, I got him and me all ready for the day. I was feeling pretty good about this because it was only 9:30 and we were both all dressed and ready to face the world. Well about two minutes after I was finished getting Ethan dressed, he had a huge blowout! He sat under our kitchen table and exploded everywhere, including all over the rug. I had to give him another bath, change his entire outfit, do ANOTHER load of laundry and clean up anywhere he had touched while doing his business. After all this was finished it was about 10:30 and Ethan was exhausted. He is still asleep by the way, which is probably the best thing that has happened all day.

After I laid Ethan down, I figured I would do the dishes and be a good wife. Well, I learned my lesson. I turned on the cold water and the pipe disconnected from the valve under the sink and started spraying water everywhere. That was the last straw. I hurried and shut off the water and just sat and started to cry. How can so many things go wrong before noon??

Now that I am thinking about all that happened, I'm glad it was all such trivial, little things, instead of seriously bad stuff. I am so grateful Ethan is not seriously ill and that he is so happy regardless of how he must be feeling. He was laughing so hard while I was getting things in the washer because he thought it was funny to step in and out of the cubbies in the laundry room. He laid down without a noise because he was just happy to sleep. And Tara had her appointment today and she didn't end up having to get all the painful, crappy tests they told her she would have to get to see what's wrong with her baby. Life is good, despite everything I just wrote above.

Now I just ask that everyone keep Tara in your prayers. She found out her baby has some problems and might not live very long. The baby has some fluid on its brain so it could mean a number of different things, none of which are good. But we're hoping and praying for a miracle. She is 13 weeks pregnant and needs all the prayers she can get. We love you Tara and are praying for you and little baby Stevens!