What a day.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Let me just start by saying this....would it kill Chris to be even a tiny bit remorseful? He read my last post then just came home and acted like everything was normal. Then he had the gall to TELL me to go get him some ice cream.

"Did you not read my blog today?," I asked him, incredulously.

"Yes," he said, "That's why I told you [rather than ask] to go get me some ice cream."

Before you get the posse together, he was joking. But if I knew he was that pissed at me, and for good reason, the least I would do is apologize. If he would have come bearing presents that would have worked too. Instead, he asked if I would make a pot roast tomorrow if he'd go get the potatoes and carrots.

Let me tell you about the rest of my day. To follow up on yesterday's post, Sophie ended up screaming until about 3:30 or so. Then Izzy got up at 5:30 and wanted to sleep with me. I tried to put him back in his bed, but he was brokenhearted and I was EXHAUSTED, so I let him stay. But he's ready to go and I don't think he ever dozed back off. At a quarter after 7, I am rudely awoken by Izzy getting Sophie's Mylicon drops off my bedside table, opening them, and dumping the contents all over me and him. Then the theatrics began about him being a dirty boy and needing to shower. Meanwhile, he woke Sophie up, so I told him we'd shower after I nursed her.

Nursed her and laid her back beside me where she immediately fell back asleep, and then I dozed off a bit too, sitting straight up. Alarm goes off at 8, so I get us all in the shower, get the house ready to show at 10 a.m., and pack up a day-bag for all of us to spend the day at mom's. I also called the doctor and made an appointment for Sophie at 1:00.

Get to mom's, drop off kids and dogs, go to the bank, go to work out, go to pick up breakfast for all of us, go back to mom's, eat, nurse Sophie, load Sophie back up, go to doctor's appointment.

Doctor doesn't come in until 1:30, even though I'm the first patient after lunch. I'm already pissed at all the old people who tried to kill me on the way in, so having to wait when I can hear them all laughing in the office next to the room we were in, does not improve my mood a bit. Then the icing on the cake is when the doctor DOESN'T FIND ANYTHING AT ALL WRONG WITH SOPHIE!!!! Her ears are clear, temp normal, lungs clear, throat normal. Doc decides it must be teething. TEETHING!!! I'm not sure this can be possible, because that baby was wailing all night long. And she's acting sick and lethargic. If she keeps it up, they'll run some tests on her. My sister gave me some teething tablets, however, and after listening to her scream for about two hours, I gave them to her and she nursed again, which she wouldn't do in the night at all, and she's sleeping peacefully in Chris's arms right now. Even though she's not in her own bed, at least she's sleeping.

So I get home from the doctor's, and Izzy is asleep, so mom rocks Sophie to sleep and I take them both into her guest room and take a nap with them. The house was being shown again at 3:00 - that's why we just spent the day at mom's. Mom wakes us all up at 4:15, and we drag ourselves out the door to get back here for Izzy's 5:00 speech therapy appointment. He's all out of sorts too, so it didn't go well.

He's been a complete spaz the last couple of days, so I'm afraid he's coming down with something too. Just got the poor kid to fall asleep at almost 11 p.m. Kept telling us he was too shy to go to bed. He's a riot.

So my plan tomorrow is to do laundry, get ready to head to Baltimore this weekend to see Crystal, make the pot roast [I know, I know], and pray that no one wants to look at the house. Wish me luck.