Laundry...

Where does it come from and why does it always end up at my house? I just did laundry on Tuesday. Yes, the Tuesday that was just two mere days ago. But yet I have managed to amass five loads of laundry. Oy! I've knocked out two loads and may get another in before retiring for the evening.

The girls were up early this morning and took a nice afternoon nap, on time. They were up before 3:00 and I put them all down at 8:00. That gave them time to chat and socialize and all were asleep by 8:35! It was wonderful! They will hopefully do the same tomorrow. I have to get them up about 7:30 because I need to feed and dress them before we leave to take Kori to school. We're all going because after we drop her off I'm taking the trio to the doctors office for their flu shots. I'm taking them alone...gulp!!! I did the 15-month well baby check-up alone so I should be able to handle this, no problems! My mom offered to go with me, but I hate that she'd have to get up early to bail me out again. She has bad arthritis and has to be up a while to work out the joint stiffness. I just didn't want her to have to do that. My kids, my responsibility. That's my motto! They are all out of the dose for Kori's age group so we're on a waiting list for that one. Jason works tonight and then works off-duty before heading in for his regular shift tomorrow night. So that means it's all me, all day. I will be exhausted by tomorrow night, but what's a girl to do. It will prepare me for next week when he works off-duty on Tuesday and Wednesday on his days off and then before work on Friday and Saturday. Fun, fun fun! We have parent teacher conferences on Thursday afternoon. Our first ones! I appreciate the extra "fun money" that off-duty brings. That being said, those days when I am "single parenting" it are EXHAUSTING! Especially coming off of the little procedure I had last week. Nothing can be done about it so I just do it. When people ask "how do you do it with triplets" my answer is always "I just do". Some days I think I do a great job, some days I know I fall WAY short! I just do the best I can. That's all that can be asked of me right? Well that's what I keep telling myself anyway.

Okay so I'm going to tell a story. I probably shouldn't here, but I just can't help it. I call it a "funny story" but thinking about it it's not so funny. My reaction, that was funny. I went up today to change out of my sweat pants and into some shorts. (My typical "mom uniform"). Anyway I open our bedroom door and get smacked in the face by the smell of, well I can only call it what it was...poop! (Yuck I know!) When Jason left for work last night he said his stomach felt "blach". When I talked to him before bedhe said it was better and he was feeling fine. Well I smelled that smell and thought, oh man, his stomach must still be bothering him. He must have been up going to the bathroom. Then I think, no I haven't heard the toilet flush. (I can hear when he flushes). Then I think the most horrendous thought....Oh man, he must have, uh well, er....oh how do I say it? Shit in the bed?????? I am thinking the worst. Then I think about it and rationalize. Yes I know he sleeps SOUNDLY. But soundly enough to do that and then sleep through it??? Not even he sleeps that soundly. So now I'm perplexed. Off to inspect the bathroom, not sure what I was looking for. Egads!!!!! I found it!!!!! A little pile of kitty turds! YUCK!!!!!!!! Now I must clarify that my animals DO NOT use my house at their personal toilet. However, I shut our bedroom door this morning to keep the trio out of there. (They love to go up and wake up daddy -- he doesn't take too kindly to this if he's only been asleep for a short while). Anyway, the cat was sleeping on the bed with him so I just closed the door. I do this every day. When the girls go down for their nap I open the door. Well today his little kitty colon must have been at it's breaking point. I was able to shake the little "gifts" off into the toilet and I promptly deposited the throw rug into the washing machine, hand mopped the floor and sprayed some Lysol. (All the while my husband slept!!!!!) I don't know if I could have slept through the smell. I told him when he woke up that I am confident I could be rotting next to him and he'd never wake up. Oh to sleep like that! Anyway, that's my gross, yet funny story for today. I probably should have kept that one to myself, but what the heck, huh?

Well I should go shower and straighten my hair. Don't want to look like a crazy person when I have to mingle with "real people" in the "real world" tomorrow. I realized this evening that I didn't even brush my hair today! (Yikes!) Now before you think I looked all crazy it wasn't too bad. I had it in a pony tail so it wasn't all wild. I was just too busy to think about it. I dressed and brushed my teeth etc., but that was about it for me. Poor Jason, there must be days he looks at me and wonders to himself "this is IT?".