This last week has been a flurry of doctor appointments and Pre-K screenings and more doctor appointments (specialist) and oh there may just be another doctor visit next week to stave off a different doctor appointment (different specialist) on the 29th. Did I mention the doctor appointments (back to the first specialist) in three weeks? Because those are a thing, too.
My poor kids must have the most wacked out sinus cavities of all the children in the known world. For the time being two of them are going on 3 weeks of the heavy duty antibiotics to knock out ear and sinus infections caused by- and this is new to me- eustachian tube dysfunction. The youngest boy faces tubes and adenoid removal if he doesn't clear out at the end of those three weeks.
This is not what I came to write about. What I came to write about was this hot mess right here:
Which, of course, immediately made me think of this:
Y'all. This is just the tip of the iceberg. Except it wasn't, because it was actually the last thing I saw related to this insanity as I made my way through sticky floors to the kitchen. What I came home to find was their father passed out on the sofa and the four of them watching a movie, practically sitting in a pile of sugar. There was a sipppy cup that may have at one point been full of sugar but had since been kicked over and strewn across my floors. There had to have been a couple of cups of sugar dumped out here. There were piles of sugar all over the dining room table. Again in the kitchen.
This may have been as good a sign as any to get rid of all the sugar in my home and to follow in the footsteps of the Schaub family. Only problem is: I'm not a stay at home mom anymore, and I'm gone from the house easily 10 hours a day because of my job. My nights are long and my mornings early. Sadly, convenience foods (read: processed) have been making more and more appearances in the home.
After the week I described above and the delightful insomnia that prevented sleep until about 2 this morning, I nearly lost it. But I didn't. I can't blame the kids- they were being kids whose father had passed out while watching them. And I can't blame their father- he had basically been up for 36 hours straight between watching them (our babysitter is out of town) and working overnight. Of course he was tired.
So I loaded them into the swagger wagon and drove. Just... drove. Put the windows down, the music on and went. Not for long, because we still had to have dinner (it was already 7:30 at this point, half an hour past bedtime).
At this point I have wiped down the table and counters twice. I've swept and vacuumed several times over. I am quite certain that there is still sugar on the floor. In the cracks of the hardwood...
And so I am tired. My feet are a little sticky. My blog post is not as quippy and cheerful as I'd like it to be.
But make no mistake. I am happy. Despite everything, these kids have my heart and soul and life would be so very dull without them. Have a good night, y'all. Freshly washed sheets are calling my name.