A day in the life..

Yesterday was interesting, to say the least. Actually, interesting is a bit of an understatement. I'm sure it's just the first of many to come this patrol. I will say that the deployment gremlins have settled in nicely & are making themselves right at home.

I started the day in the usual fashion - I started with my coffee & waited for Chop to wake up. When he did, I gave him his morning sippy cup. He's a lot like me in that he needs his wake up time, so he drinks his cup in his crib while I enjoy my coffee in the sunroom while listening for him to let me know he's wide awake & bushy tailed over the baby monitor. I never heard anything on the monitor, so I assumed he'd gone back to sleep, which isn't unusual after he's had a night like the one before. I didn't think anything of it until I heard something banging around in the kitchen. Figuring it was the cats, I got up to investigate. It was the cats - running from Chase! He'd figured out how to drop the side of his crib & climb out. Oh Lord.. The monkey phase has begun.

No big deal. I put up the baby gate in the hallway & let him run (crawl) loose. I had the laundry room door shut, so he could safely have free run. I guess I didn't have the door completely shut (I blame the fabric thingy under the door that supposed to keep the air in/out of the laundry room because it isn't insulated that sometimes makes it seem like the door is shut when it can really be opened by pushing hard), because all of a sudden, Chase was nowhere to be found and incredibly quiet - never a good sign. I found him sitting in the litter box saying "Kitty poop! Ew!" Thankfully he didn't have time to put anything in his mouth, & I grabbed him up & put him in the bath tub. No harm, no foul, right?

Wrong.

Then I realized there's something up with the toilet in the kids' bathroom. After some investigation & interrogation, I find out that Chase definitely threw something down the potty the other night while he & Shelbye were playing while I was trying to work on homework, & Shelbye hasn't seen Dave's watch since the day after he left. Chase's container for his bath toys are right next to the toilet, between it & the tub. My first reaction is that Dave's watch has been sacrificed to the MoMo monster (my dad's name for the monster that supposedly lives in the potty). I'm really hoping that it's just a bath toy. I'm also really hoping we can figure out how to fix it & I don't have to shell out the cash to pay for a plumber.

Keira came over yesterday afternoon to help me lower Chase's crib. We totally had it until we realized that Dave had rigged it to fit only in the first position & we didn't have a screw long/wide enough to make it fit into any of the lower ones. No biggie, I figured I'd just swing by & pick one up on the way home from my final.

Dad came over to watch the kids, & Chase was still in rare form, so I knew he was going to have an interesting night. After spending about an hour trying to figure out which of the four topics I would write my essay about (that's a topic for a whole other blog, which I'll write soon), I headed out to door for my final. I'd burnt a lovely little compilation of music to help me get my creative juices flowing (which I'll also share soon), so I was ready.

After my final, I stopped by Target to pick up the screw & a couple odds & ends. I spent almost thirty minutes wandering around Target before I could find their ridiculously tiny selection of hardware. It was already going on 9, & I'd promised Dad I'd be home by 9, so I was in a big hurry. Of course their selection was limited to screws & nails that were for hanging pictures & such, not so much cribs, but I though I could make it work. I grabbed them & headed home. I made it home at about 9:30. Dad & I went straight to Chop's room to try to see if these would work. They wouldn't. They were long enough but not wide enough. Darn! Dad headed home, & I got the kids ready for & into bed (Chop had to sleep in his playpen for the night). Whew.

I actually made it to bed before midnight last night! It was awesome, except for the part about waking up almost every hour. I'm still thrilled though, because even with the broken sleep, I still racked up more hours than I have all week.