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In Which I Have A Dog of a Day

Okay, I blogged yesterday about the great day we had, so in all fairness I guess I need to blog about the less than great day we had today. *Sigh* It wasn't even a bad day. Lots of good things happened, but there were a few incidents that really colored the day gray.

The morning routine went well, despite the fact that we had a rough night with Grayson (night terrors - yuck!) and had to be up and out earlier.  Brooklyn was completely ready for her first "at school" day. 

Lookin' good in her uniform!
Ray and Grayson dropped her off so Madi and I could go to the doctor's office. It was birth control day, so I was a little on edge. Also, Achilles pooped in the kitchen and I stepped in it twice, so I was not a happy camper. The procedure went well. A friend of mine warned me that it would hurt, and I wish I would have brought someone with me. It wasn't terribly painful, but between the cramping and the discomfort and the anxiety I felt anyway, it would have been nice to have a hand to hold. I kept a brave face, but I cried a little on the way home just to release some of the stress I was feeling. 

At home, Grayson, bless his heart, took a solid 3 hour and 20 minute nap. What a sweet and unexpected blessing that was, especially since I was not feeling my best! Madi and I took full advantage of the situation and napped as well. 

We picked Brooklyn up at 3:30. Well, we got in car line to pick Brooklyn up at 3:30. I guess it really didn't take that long, considering we were home by 4:00, but it felt like a long time because both Madi and Grayson were screaming. Madi decided to be hungry. Grayson decided he needed to out cry Madi. It was a somewhat stressful wait. 

That time of day is always on the crazier side. I don't know exactly what it is, but getting dinner on the table is just challenging and today was no exception. This time Brooklyn stepped in the poop (though at least she stepped in it outside), Grayson was all over the place, and Madi, thankfully, was content once she ate. So really nothing terrible happened - in fact we had a few good laughs - but definitely one of those higher stress times that have me reaching for the phone asking Ray "When will you be home???". 

Here is what I've determined (in the five minutes I've actually had to reflect). 1) Tuesdays and Thursdays are good days to employ the crock pot. 2) I don't like the additional responsibility of having a dog. Ray and Brooklyn and I discussed this at length during dinner and they agreed on some ways they can step up on the Achille's issue. 3) My kids are precious and growing up so fast. Madi is already loosing that fragile newborn look, and Grayson is looking and acting more and more like a little boy every day.And Brooklyn, I am pleased to say, is just as excited about tomorrow's home day as she was about today! 

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