A Little Pneumonia and No House Keys!

What on earth does that mean? Well... they are pretty much separate thoughts... but then they don't go together well either.

I had all sorts of plans for a post today on the events, deliberations, decisions, diagnosis, and treatments of last night. There were going to be the details of Tornado's lack of sleep (only taking a short nap yesterday afternoon and then still fussing and crying off and on up till 11 last night when we finally went in and started the deliberation/decision part of the evening.) I was going to express to you how, once again, I hate the sick kid part of motherhood. I also planned to share how thankful I am that my husband is the man he is... and that without him last night would have truly been a horror (I'll go into that one in a separate post.) I was going to share with you all how I'm running today on 3 1/2 hours of broken sleep (meaning 1 1/2 hours the first time, feed baby, then another 2 hours before finally dragging out of bed.) I planned to share with you all of this after returning from the car rental place where we dropped My Beloved off this morning at 9 am for his 6th out of 7 weekends away.

What I didn't plan to share with you was the fact that I didn't grab my house key as we were leaving this morning, didn't realize that I didn't have it and therefore didn't think to get My Beloved's from him. I didn't plan to share with you that while My Beloved was closing all the windows (so we could turn on the air conditioner) before we left this morning that he (knowing I would be home alone all weekend) locked ALL the windows. I wasn't going to share with you the fact that we left this morning in non-public attire (Tornado only in shorts, mommy in mismatched sweats-shorts and over sized faded t-shirt, and Sweet Pea covered in spit up since we were only going to be gone a few minutes), and before breakfast. I wasn't going to share all this with you for a couple reasons... either I didn't think it was worth mentioning or I didn't expect it to happen... but it did.

Yes, we were locked out... My Beloved was 30 down the road toward a photo job he was already running late for an hour and a half away. The sun was rising quickly above the trees which shaded us. The windows were all locked (though thankfully the air was on and preparing for us a very comfy house). But my favorite part??? The landlord who lives next door is out of town this weekend! Talk about poor timing!

As you have probably guessed, we are back in the house (and it is oh so nice in here.) Tornado watched his Signing Time and had lunch (oh, wonderful friends brought him breakfast while we waited for the lock smith guy) and is now in bed. I fed Sweet Pea again and she had a chance to "play" before I put her down (she's actually still settling in.) The lock smith guy didn't take quite as long as we expected and was really nice when he got here. His credit card machine is broken though and they don't take checks, so we all loaded back in the car and he followed us to the bank where I took out $70 (yes $70) cash to give him. Sweet Pea never woke up through all of it though and Tornado had a blast playing in the front seat of the car... he loves to "drive" and of course to mess up ALL the settings and mirrors and such. I really don't think he knew we were anywhere we didn't want to be. What fun to eat breakfast in the front seat of the car and then to climb all over it.

I am thankful to say (to tide you over until I get the "last night" post up) that Tornado seems to be doing much better today already and though he still has to work to breath, I can't even hear wheezing today.

Please be praying for us as all but Sweet Pea are sick... and under-rested!

Labels: As it happens..., Have to Laugh, Raising Children

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 12:12 PM