Jason travels a lot. He usually travels a few times a month for a day or two and whenever he is gone life is CRAZY!!! He seems to always be gone every year for Valentine's and this year was no different. He left this morning for Shreveport and Murphy's Law kicked in.
First, my sweet mother sent the kids clothes from Target for Valentine's Day. I really appreciate her thoughtfulness, but everything was the wrong size. So I hightailed it up to Super Target to do some exchanging. Well they have this crazy exchange policy and without a receipt is nearly impossible to return. My dear Mother, in her infinite wisdom, sent a gift receipt. I waited in line for what seemed like an eternity because the lady in front of me did not have a receipt and argued with the Target associate for 10 minutes. I was feeling overly confident thinking I would have no problems because I had a receipt when the associate informed me one item was not on the gift receipt. I preceded to argue with her for ten minutes before I called my Mom. Long story short, we figured it out after 20 minutes of phone conversations and two trips to the bathroom. I should have know better than to stay and shop. The kids were past their limit. But no, I stayed. Kate removed her socks and shoes over and over again. I put them on, she took them off, until I finally let her barefoot. Chandler ran into a support pole in the middle of an aisle and screamed bloody murder. Now he had a bruise on his head. We got lots of looks with that one. Finally Chase hid in the pj section and I found him amongst the bras!
When we got home Kate had a present for me in her diaper. We went upstairs to change her. I pulled her pants off when I heard the door bell ring (I was expecting a contractor to drop off some paint samples), so I ran down stairs to get the door. When I got back upstairs Kate had removed her diaper. Luckily most of the poop stayed in the diaper, however she climbed up in my bed and scooted her little bottom across the sheets and comforter. I had just enough time to strip the sheets off the bed and throw them in the washer before we left for church.
Chaser fell asleep on the way home from church and that is always bad. We usually take a bath and then go to sleep at night, especially on Wed. nights because we have school the next day. I tried to carry him up strairs and put him to bed, but of course he woke up crying asking for Dad. I decided to skip the bath. Then I could not get him to go back to sleep and I still had to get all the kids stuff ready for the big Valentine's Day parties tomorrow. I was desperate so I made my bed and laid down with him in my room where he finally fell asleep.
Jason called me to say goodnight and tell me he missed me . He said he was going to bed in a nice king size bed. He was drowsy from his overeating. He bragged about how wonderful the food was at the new Cajun place he dined at with their hot rolls and shrimp. I told him about my dinner of saltines and cold soup that was warmed up at one time but cool by the time I got to eat it. I also told him about our Target expedition, Kate's diaper mess and how I was sleeping with Chaser (who always ends up sleeping sideways and kicking me). My sweet husband knows how to make everything better. He told me how much he loves me and appreciates all I do. Those simple words just melted all the days stresses away. Life is good and I am going to bed now to snuggle with my Chaser!
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