Who knew.
So. Hardest thing so far about having three boys?
Having three boys.
Let's catch up. Had the baby, baby goes into NICU, baby gets out of NICU (THANK GOD!) and comes home with us. Two days later I am back in class. Six days later, I go into the hospital, for FIVE HELLISH DAYS, with a fever of 106.3. Insane.
The idea of a schedule with this one is a joke. JOKE. Things are starting to calm down a little, and I think I am getting the hang of this thing all over again.
This week I met with an admissions counselor for Grad school. (AHHHHHHHH!!!!! GRAD SCHOOL!!!!) It was scheduled for a Thursday, Cory's only day off, but he had a ton of stuff to do, so I had the two youngest boys. And a meeting. With an adult. That I had to impress.
So I thought quickly. And what I came up with was.....
I just took em with me. Get over it. It is what it is. I have three children, and sometimes they will be with me. Take it or leave it.
But, before we left, Oliver decided that he was hungry. Apparently, the TWO breakfasts he had that morning was not enough. So, as I finally had all of three minutes and forty seven seconds to get ready for my appointment, Oliver bit Elliott on the nose. Ferociously. I had to pull him off of him he bit him so hard. Terrible screams, blood, and bite marks later we all calm down and I grab my gorgeous camel colored cashmere sweater, pep talk myself up and walk out that door.
And then Elliott threw up all over my sweater. I was late for the appointment, and my boobs leaked through my top.
Fun was had by all. But god dammit, I showed up!
Maybe they will just write me up for an A in my first class, "The Art of Being a Total Train Wreck".
xoxo,
J.Danger
