One of THOSE days

Do you ever have one of those days?  One in which you wished you could go back to bed and start again?  Today was that day for me.  It started with Caden starring at me at 7:00 this morning.  You may say, 7 AM is not that bad.  It is when you don't go to bed until 12:30 because you drank Diet Coke too late in the day...but I digress. 

Caden is developing Logan's ninja stealth ability to sneak into a room and scare the crap out of someone.  Anyway, Caden says "Mommy, Logan needs help."  I ignore him.  "He needs help mommy", again I ignore him.  I figure that Logan has gone poop and wants me to wipe his bottom, which I refuse to do since he is 5 YEARS OLD!  I tell Caden, to tell Logan, to wipe his own behind.  Caden says " He is going poop mommy and its turned into a rock." (I will tell the poop is a rock story in another post). UGH!  I reluctantly get up and go see Logan.  He is crying and says it hurts to poop because his poop has turned into a rock.  I won't say what all we went through, but finally after a lot of screaming and cry (yes, Logan and me) the deed was done and I wiped his behind.  Problem 1 solved.

While all of this is happening Caden is trying to get dressed.  I remind him that he needs to change his underwear and No he cannot wear his Bat Man lego shirt because he has to go to the dentist this morning.  I hand him some undies (while running back and forth to the Logan situation).  They are not Bat Man underwear...which are all dirty...which David washed today (TTL).  He goes into melt down mode and starts...wait for it...screaming and crying.  God give me strength.  My dear Miss Kaila's phrase popped out of my mouth "You get what you get and you don't get upset!"  Problem 2 resolved.

Thankfully our GODSEND of a sitter arrived to help feed Mason, so I could get the other two out of the door for our 9 AM appt.  The entire way to the dentist, I explain in detail, what is going to happen when we get there.  Logan even said "I didn't scream when I got my hair cut, I won't scream at the dentist (foreshadowing).  We arrive early to our appt, brush every one's teeth and wait to be called.  Caden volunteers Logan to go first.

They put Logan in the dental chair, and it isn't the same room as he usually goes into.  They start cleaning his teeth and for about 30 seconds he is fine and then all hell and yes i mean HELL breaks loose.  He starts screaming and crying (how embarrassing for mom).  Not just a normal scream, but a high pitched, girly, blood curdling scream.   You would have thought they were removing his teeth without Novocaine (I am beginning to think Mason isn't the only kids with sensory processing issues).  The hygienist cleans his teeth while I hold him down, hold his hands and pry his mouth open.  We are lucky the only person he BIT was the hygienist....yes, he bit her.  In his defense, she wasn't a warm and fuzzy person, but gracious was that torture.  Next time remind me to sedate him first.

While all of this is happening poor Caden is sitting in the corner with his fingers in his ears and curled up in the fetal position.  I figure, he is going to be worse than Logan.  Nope, he got up there like a champ.  His teeth were cleaned and he only freaked out when she tried to suck out the spit.(This I can handle).  At least they were able to get one x-ray of Logan's front teeth. (Crisis 3 and 4 over)

When I get home, the sitter and Mason are sitting on the steps as I open the door.  NOT a positive sign.  Mason has been fussy and clingy all morning...he has a sinus infection and on antibiotics.  We tried to give him liquid Motrin, but he wouldn't take it.  It does me no good to hold him down and force him to take it, because he spits it back out.  I immediately get back in the car and head to the drug store for some chewable Motrin. I get home, give his food, drugs and drink (juice) and RUN to work. Yep, that makes crisis #6.  Whew!  All of this before 11 AM.  I had ran a marathon and needed a nap!

Remind me to buy some Caffeine free Diet Coke and if you see me on Facebook after 10 PM...shoot me....its for my own good...and the good of my husband and children.