Last week was ROUGH.
The last 10 days were pretty rough.
Graysen came down with the most AWFUL cold ever. Poor kid was coughing so hard he was throwing up. And the snot. Oh my lawd, the snot.
I'll be adding "Human Tissue" to my resume.
Last Friday he went to bed at 6:30 - the kick off to 10 days of coughing, snotting and screaming.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of last week were spent on the couch with Graysen.
I literally did nothing but lay on the couch with a sickly, whiney, almost entirely inconsolable (unless he had yogurt and string cheese) toddler clung to my chest.
The boy was so sick he went back to double naps!
Thursday and Friday he was remarkably better.
If you don't count his insane screaming from the second he woke up - at 5:30 am - to the time he went to bed, 14 hours later.
Five days of sickness and crankiness followed by two days of solid screaming make Mama go something, something....
Especially when you add in the fact that I was a week behind on my cleaning and general house upkeep, I was out a few evenings in a row helping friends and throwing secret bachelorette parties and I was WAY behind in getting organized for the baby sale I was doing this past Saturday.
Plus Graysen was up between 5:30 and 6:00 am every day.
Plus plus Ryan and I had been fighting. That's always awesome.
By mid-Friday, I was at the end of my rope.
I was so thankful for a night out Friday and almost a full day out Saturday - even though I would be surrounded by cranky children and insane mommy shoppers.
They weren't my kids. And most of the insane mommy shoppers would be giving me money. And relieving me of my mountain of baby stuff.
Friday's bachelorette dinner party went off without a hitch!
I was POSITIVE the bride would know something was up. POSITIVE.
But she had NO CLUE! And it was GRAND!
She was adamantly opposed to the whole night of clubbing while wearing pen.is', drinking out of pen.is-shaped cups and playing ridiculous bachelorette party games so we got a small group of her lady friends together and had a chilled dinner.
With some fun little presents thrown in because it is still a bachelorette party.
Homegirl cleaned up, yo!
Saturday was the baby sale I'd been waiting MONTHS for. I am so incredibly happy to be rid of all that stuff.
But, man, are some people cheap!
I love a great deal as much as the next Mama but arguing over A DOLLAR? Really?
My favourite was the lady who wanted to buy 2 (TWO!!!) Belly bandits for $20.
They are sold for $70 EACH in store and I was selling TWO (one was NEVER used) for $35. More than fair, I think.
This woman offered me $20.
Bahahahahaha! No.
I told her I really wanted $35 - She'd have to spend $140 to buy them new in store.
She said a sort-of snotty "OK!" flipped her pregnant self around and walked off.
Ten minutes later she comes back and offers me $25.
At this point, I'm stuck on $35 solely on principle.
She offers me $30.
I tell her, again, $35. And remind her that there are 2, one never used.
She tells me she's not sure if she has more than $30 on her.
I just kind of do that blank look/shrug at her. I'm not budging.
She roots around in her wallet and hands me two twenties.
Oh, lady.
I'm tempted to not give her change.
In the end I sold most of my stuff and donated the rest.
Good deal!
And now I am ready to attack the rest of my basement with spring cleaning fierceness!
I cannot wait!
Saturday night Ryan and I had a good chat. One of those productive ones where you actually feel like something was accomplished and you've gained some sort of clarity about the beyond stupid fight you had earlier.
And that made yesterday MUCH more enjoyable. Even though it was a day of errands and cleaning.
And then today.....Graysen is NOT screaming non-stop, not coughing until he pukes and not stuck to me like glue.
In fact, he is back to his silly, happy weird and crazy self.
Thank friggen goodness!
I would have jumped straight off the biffy if this week started off like the last.
I'm feeling like this week is going to be a good one.
The sun's been shining (mostly) and I think spring is here!!
*Knock on wood*
I seriously cannot take any more winter.
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