Day/Night from Hell to Total MORTIFICATION

This happened a few weeks ago but I'm just now getting around to blogging it.

My day started at 4am. Little Miss woke me up saying she just peed and pooped in the toilet. WHY do they have to wake us up to tell us this? I told her that was wonderful and to go back to bed...

Then I heard the Goose in the bedroom down the hall - Little Man - croup again! I go to check him and he's still sleeping but honking. He must have been exhausted from his first day back at school. I don't know how he slept through that for the next hour and a half. I lay on his bed next to him so I'll be there if he needs me... I doze off. Next thing I know I feel this damp thing on my arm. I wake up and hear jingle jingle - Mimi has a new collar and I couldn't get the darned bell off before going to bed... jingle jingle but what the hell is that wet thing on my arm? I touch it - FEATHERS! Mimi brought me a dead bird GREAT! I bolt out of bed, grab a towel, pick up the bird and throw it out the bedroom window...
Then I scrubbed the skin off my arm.

Back to the croup - I wrap Little Man up in his fleece blanket, bring another and head downstairs. BANG - yeah that was my head on the metal staging the workers set up to redo the hall walls yesterday - Forgot about that! You have to be a freaking gymnstic to maneuver those damned things! Dammit that hurt! I bring my boy down and go sit out on the patio chair. He's still pretty sleepy - the air is nice and cool and crisp and he's sound asleep before you know it. The coughing finally subsides and I bring him up to the guest bedroom. Then I go in and strip his bed because there was a freaking dead bird on it earlier!

I climb back into bed and I swear, the minute my eyes shut, the damned alarm went off (7:15)! Of course I drifted off and woke up late (8am)! Up I go - iron the kids' clothes for the day (didn't do it lastnight because I was reading a really good book), get them up - Little Man is coughing - I set him on the couch and give him a nebulizer treatment - throw a cereal bar at Little Miss to have for breakfast and a glass of milk (yeah I suck) and run around to get dressed. Checked on my guy - he's a big boy doing his treatment - I get him a cereal bar and some strawberry milk - prepare Little Misses school snack (grapes, cheese, crackers to make up for bad breakfast)... Get the kids dressed and get to school about 10 mins later than usual, but there's still a bunch of parents dragging their kids in so that's all good.

[For the record... I could have kept Little Man home but the dust and paint thinner smell has got to be worse for him than the fresh (germy) air he will get at school. Might I add that these kids have been pretty healthy over vacation (minus a little diarrhea bug)]

I dispose them in their appropriate classrooms, told the aide (don't know where Mrs Personality the teacher was) that if my little guy coughs too much to call me and I'll come get him toute de suite... and I was off. Down the driveway of the school and around the corner and there I met the freaking BUS! I almost hit it head on! There's a mirror at the bottom and I didn't look at it to see if anyone was coming.. MY BAD... I back up - wave apologetically to the bus driver, who just smiles and waves back - probably muttering under his breath "there's that dumb American woman and she almost hit my bus!"... Yeah, great day here already and the day's still young...

So I get home and hug my coffee jar as I prepare my morning coffee. I'm going to have a coffee and just take a few minutes... Nope, wait, the painter needs to get in the sink and I have a few dishes from lastnight in there MY BAD ... so I wash them so he can do what he needs to do (which means splatter orange paint up the tile in the back and onto my glasses that are hanging off the side of the dish rack - thank you very much!)

As the coffee is brewing and the painter is in the kitchen doing his thing at the sink, I decide to grab lastnight's clothes and carry them to the basement. I carried them downstairs lastnight and deposited them at the top of the cellar stairs.. Grab them, throw them in the bins to deal with later and what do I see....

THE FREAKING PAINTER RIGHT BEHIND ME BRINGING ME MY UNDERPANTS I DROPPED ON THE WAY DOWNSTAIRS !!!!!!

Oh. My. Freaking. GOD!

CHING! TOTAL MORTIFICATION !

Did you ever just have one of those days? Thank goodness that one's over!
My poor husband had to come home from China to this (after being gone for 3 weeks I might add) eh serves him right! lol