Something to Reid about...: May 2013

This past Thursday was my scheduled day off for working the previous Saturday.

The plans for my day and how I actually spend that day are always slightly different.

example:

My plan:

Wake up at 630 (I barely do this on a work day)
Get the kids ready and leave by 7. (half hour to make coffee, cute myself up, feed the baby, pack lunches, dress the boys, load and leave?)
Stop by this adorable French Bakery near my house to pick up 3 amazing croissants.
Head to the Sweet Sitters and drop off the boys by 730, deliver 1st delectable croissant to Sweet Sitter. (30 mins to stop, unload 2 kids, go into a pastry shop, get my order, load up the kids again and then drive 15 miles in morning rush hour traffic?)
Next stop: my dear friend's house at 8a. We will sip coffee and enjoy our breakfast as I hold her sweet sweet newborn (9 days old) baby while her toddler plays quietly and sweetly at our feet. (it will be okay to drink coffee while holding the baby because he only sleeps, he doesn't move, he just.lays there.)
Then by 10a I will be off to my house to do some mad cleaning. I have a large master bedroom that needs some serious attention. Then, I will straighten up the rest of the house.
By 2p I will be done and showered and head to the discount fabric store in search of fabrics for baby blankets, kitchen curtains and patio furniture. (you see i have aaaall the time in the world for crafting.)
Then I will head home to take a short nap.
At 5, I head to pick up the boys for the evening.

Husband's plans: sleep in, go to the church, then visit a buddy, eat lunch, maybe some light swimming.

Here's what actually happened:

SBR woke me up at 7a. I started a pot of coffee, got him milk and laid in bed for an hour.
I decide to not even try being cute.
We leave the house by 9.
Skip the cute little pastry shop (I am not about to drag 2 kids out of the van for stupid croissants)
Get to Sweet Sitter's at 930.
I stop by Wild Flower bakery and get my Friend a cupcake for her birthday and a cookie for her toddler.
Make it to Friend's shortly after 10a.
She's in the shower (um, she already one up'd me for the day with that one)
I take the sweet sweet newborn from the Daddy. Big Brother runs around dancing neked.
Friend comes out looking refreshed and cute.
11a- I miss 2 calls from Sweet Sitter who never calls me. we text.
SBR has sliced his head open and probably needs medical attention. (ugh, does he really? my only day off and the only day BOTH boys will be out of the house? I guess i should go, it IS my first born and my first trauma with him.)

what happened- SBR tripped and hit his head on an entertainment center knob. It caused a little gash, little blood. No big deal. An hour later, he fell outside playing on a swing and it popped the gash open. (while on the phone with Sweet Sitter, he is trying to get up into his chair at the kitchen table, slips and smashes his face on the table)

I get to SBR at about noon.
One ER visit, a popsicle and cool toy car later... he has a staple in his head.
Leaving the hospital, he trips over the curb and falls again.

Our first ER trip.

Sweet Sitter is devastated her perfect record of never having a child go to the hospital in almost 40 years = ruined. However, Husband and I are ecstatic it was not on our watch.
Really... anyone who knows me and my challenges with just walking should not be surprised my baby broke the record.

My bedroom = still a disaster.

Husband's day? He slept in, went to the church, then visited a buddy and had lunch.
must.be.nice.