I was having a perfectly pleasant night. The kids had a great dinner, a treat, and they were each contentedly munching on apples. (Monkey is clearly about to shoot up in height again. The sentence she says most these days: “But I’m still hungry!”) I had managed to get a meal cooked for later in the week and empty the dishwasher. The girls took their apples into the other room; I sat down to start my dinner and try for the umpteenth time to finish The Omnivore’s Dilemma — when Bun waddled into the room with her diaper around her ankles.
Two baths, about a half hour of crying about her tummy hurting (damn, you, Augmentin), plus the most disgusting BM I have experienced in my time as a mom (at least it was all in the “little potty”, her training potty), and I was totally wiped out.
I’m very grateful that DearDR bathed the kids Sunday night, because Monkey just got a quick wipe down (hands, face, lady business). I usually wash her hair the nights before she goes to school, but I did not have it in me last night. I wish I knew how to do braids — or that she would stand still for them.
Bun has definitely turned the corner, though, health wise. She’s napping again and eating well. I have to remember to keep her away from juice until she’s done with the antibiotic. Because I do not want to face what I faced tonight ever again. If it can be helped.
Addendum: Bun is also climbing out of her crib. This is a new development as of this past weekend, and something that Monkey never did. So I guess we’ll be buying a big-girl bed this weekend. I’m not clear how we’re going to be keeping her in that.