We have had a bunch of mini-events this week, and I hope I can convey to you fully the chaos that is this life of ours. Not that I'm complaining... I just wonder, you know, if people really get the whole picture of this residency thing... The fact that The Doctor works the equivalent of two full time jobs (yes, people, 80 hours a week) and I'm the mom at home... often alone.
I finally got myself together and sewed some Christmas stockings and a tree skirt for our annual holiday celebrations. (Don't worry, I've only been meaning to do this for about three years... ok, maybe more than that, but who really needs to be counting these things anyway.) Mission finally accomplished.
I LOVE them!
Do you like how there are no ornaments below the three foot mark?
But while I was distracted by sewing, my sweet Sock decided to do his one chore for the day. "Oh bless him!" you think, and rightly so. Except, his one chore is putting the clean silverware away. He got his little stool and climbed up to sort so carefully, and then he pulled the drawer more out instead of putting it back in.

It came crashing to the floor and broke. The front of the drawer came all the way off. (now, in the drawer's defense, the previous owners had beaten it to a woody pulp once before, so the fact that the front was even there is remarkable) SO- we had a broken drawer and a nifty hole where the drawer once was.
Pencil liked the hole. (What is it with little boys and the fascination with finding/making messes and hiding stuff in secret spots?)
My mixer is down there, and when I got it out to make cinnamon rolls, I was STUNNED at how much Pencil had managed to stash away. Little monkey is a raccoon!
(The cinnamon rolls turned out great!)
The Doctor was able to fix the drawer after a quick trip to the hardware store. He's my hero.
We have also had sick kids this week. Pencil has a horrible cough. He gets so miserable, and he just wants to sit and be held. For an active and busy little boy to want that is unsettling for his momma.
Grapes also was diagnosed with Strep yesterday. Yay. Highlights included a tedious and detailed call to the nurse a the pediatric office because it is Saturday... then getting told to go to the urgent care. Slow urgent care visit with two very busy boys who were fascinated by the stirrups of the exam bed. AND the cabinet under the sink (Pencil climbed inside and got stuck, twice) AND the drawers full of gowns and drapes and swabs. So fun! Sick Grapes just rested on the exam bed in a little ball. Poor, sweet baby. (but he was a great doctor! So, worth the wait, I think...) LONG visit to the pharmacy. (we were the only people in line, and it still took 25 minutes for ammoxicillin after they told us 10-15...) She asked to ride in the cart so she didn't have to walk. It was one of the tiny carts so she didn't really fit. She didn't care. Then she puked in the ladies room while we waited. I asked if they could speed it up at all so she didn't have to puke at the store any more (and so my boys would not ransack anything else) and they still took their merry time. (not impressed, Walgreen's. Happy Holidays to you, too!)
I laughed when she asked me what "barf" meant. I told her it was the same as puke, and she said, "OH. the kids at school said barf and I was confused"
When we got home she asked if she could take a bath. I let her get in and started dinner. I asked if she wanted to come eat her taco so we could give her some medicine. She asked if she could stay in the bath. She needed food for her meds, but I figure, "humor the sickie...right?" So she had tacos in the tub. Oh- you see it coming, she dropped it into the water. "Mom! My taco is floating!" And indeed, it was. Sorry, no pics on that one. Funny girl even when she's sick.
She was pretty sick- but some ibuprofen and antibiotics and I think she'll be ok.
And Finally-
this morning at breakfast I looked over at Sock, and this is what I saw.

Me a book, mom.
I guess Grapes was reading him. This is when they finished.

I love my kids!
Eeeee End!