Thursday 10/14-travel to Makoti after Supper to help out Missy. They split the twins into different rooms. Sam now sleeps in "my" room. How convenient....lucky I thrive on sleep deprivation.
Friday 10/15, 1:30 am....Sam woke me up
2:30 am....Sam woke me up
3:30 am....Sam woke me up
4:15 am....Sam woke me up....Decided he needed a bottle. He guzzled the bottle, then smiled and giggled and cuddled and made it known that he did not want to go back to sleep.
5:00 am....made myself a cup of coffee.
5:01 am....Sam gets mad that I am not giving him my sole attention. I let him cry until my coffee was properly creamed. I figure he owes me that much. Three more cups of coffee were consumed throughout the day.
5:05 am-4:59 pm....change diapers, feed babies, change more diapers, feed babies again, do dishes, sweep floor, change diapers, feed babies, repeat cycle
5:00 pm...give hugs the Sam, Jack, Josie, and Missy and head out to Camp of the Cross for my scrap retreat.
Sat 10/16 1:00 am....go to bed...happy I was not the first lady to call it a night, especially since I have been up for 21 hours
7:30 am....wake up. Wonder how long it has been since I have slept past 7 am. Scrapbook all day long with a great group of ladies.
6:30 pm...Sadly leave Camp of the Cross earlier that I want to, but Don leaves for TX in the am.
Sunday....uneventful day. Vikings win, Steelers win, I think the Rams win...Packers lose
Monday....scramble to unexpectedly get out the door by 7:45 am to get Eric to orthodontist to fix his bracket that broke off Saturday evening, go to work, pick up kids, go to piano lessons, grocery store, library.....Megan has fever by supper time.
Tue....Megan still has fever, so I get to stay home. Enjoy the day at home, but not seeing Megan sick
Wed....Megan still has fever. Stay home again. Decide to take her to clinic since she is now complaining of a sore throat. Early strep culture is negative. Count the hours until Don comes home, which would be easier to do if I actually knew what time he is coming home...just know it will be late.
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