Dear Boys....

For documentation purposes only. . .so that someday when these boys ask why I was completely gray at 35 they will have an idea.

Dear Mason and Braden, I want to share with you our day, the Saturday before Valentine's day when you were 5 and 20 months:

9:00 am
Mom got to sleep in (thanks Blake) and awake to two squirmy boys pouncing all over me saying "good morning Momma, and gig up!"

Blake has cooked a delicious breakfast, coffee is made and I get to glance at the paper!

Mason stands at my chair pleading "Re, re, re, re" which translates, "READ ME THIS BOOK"
I gladly balance him on one knee and read while I eat.

9:45
Blake is going for a run. He sneaks out the back door, but Mason watches him drive away, and not understanding this is not a "school day" he collapses in tears on the floor pleading "bye bye bye bye bye bye"

So I think, ok, we need to run to the mall and get a birthday present for the party Braden is going to tomorrow, we have one for the party today (both girls) and we could take the recycling, but it might not fit in the back of my car with the stroller.

10:10
As we are walking out the door, Blake pulls up, the track was too icy to run. I offer to take the recycling and bring Mason back so I can take Braden to the mall for the birthday gift. I forgot he has to judge the Polar Plunge from 11 to 1. He offers to take the recycling later in the week, so I take the boys to the mall. En route I call and cancel Braden's 1:00 hair cut, because Mason will still be napping (I pray) and Blake might not be home yet. Mr. Tom can reschedule us for 10:30, so we do a U turn in the mall parking lot and head across town for the appointment. This of course is a major disappointment for Braden. Blake said he would take him after the Polar Plunge.

I have to hold Mason and it finishes with him screaming and squirming so that his fine blond hair is stuck to the snot pouring out of his nose and of course the lip gloss I thought I needed to wear!

Braden did much better, but he still hates that his neck gets itchy.

Tom was so quick, we headed back to the mall hoping to get the birthday present BEFORE Mason melted down for his nap. I'm also trying to please Braden because he's "itchy" wanted to get the birthday present. Plus, thanks to all the Valentine's Day cards, he has cash to burn and is anxious to do so.

11:00
Mason is happy to be in his stroller until we get inside the mall. This is where we've been taking him to run around and burn off some energy during all of the cold weather, so of course he wants OUT. I assure him we can "walk" as soon as we get inside.

Wrong. There are 200 people standing around 5 different Boy Scout stations. I make Mason stay in his stroller which results in a convulsing, screaming fit.

We hit Claire's, Braden picks up 10 different things, I'm going for the gift card. Mason is still screaming and convulsing, I've said "No" to Braden 10 times, and I look up to see one of my students behind the counter. Fabulous. "Looks like you're having a good day"

As we are maneuvering through the 200 people Mason calms down. The "wishing fountain" is right by the exit, so I stop, release Mason, and start digging through my purse to come up empty handed, NOT ONE PENNY.

Braden is holding his wallet, with his $10 over the fountain "pretending" to toss it. "Don't do that Braden"

I turn to put Mason's coat on so we can head outside and hear "Moooooooommmmmmm" Braden has dropped his wallet in the fountain and his arm isn't long enough to reach it through the fence. I reach through to get it, turn around and Mason is GONE. I toss Braden his dripping wallet, leave him with the stroller and my purse right by the exit doors and dash to find Mason. He was only a few steps away, but in a crowd so he was hard to see. Braden is still crying, Mason is thrashing and bucking about getting back in his stroller.

I cannot begin to "type" the conversation or volume of the conversation in the car, but we addressed the fact I had just told him "don't do that Braden" and as a result of not listening he dropped it in the water. As we pulled up I instructed Braden to go to his room and not come out until I come get him. Mind you, he already got the "be on your best behavior today" talk since he has two fun party invites this weekend.

11:45
Mason refuses to eat lunch, nothing. I finally give in to nap, Braden is whining about itching, so I make him get in the bath tub.

We have 7 more hours to survive before bed time.

This, my darling boys is why all of my hair is turning gray by the second.

Act II
1:10
Mason is already stirring from his nap that should last until closer to 2. Blake walks in the door.

1:15
Braden and I read Thomas the Train and the Big Big Bridge, Mason joins us for part of the story, while Blake inhales his lunch and fixes grilled cheese and apple slices for both boys.

After much negotiating and finally ultimatums, Braden agrees to join Blake for some last minute shopping. He wants to stay home and watch TV.

I take Mason to QuickCare. He has a slight temp, cough and runny nose are getting worse. RSV is being seen a lot at his school. There is not a long wait, the waiting room is almost empty so we're seen fairly quickly. I give his symptoms to the nurse and mention a new "red bump" on his inner thigh.

The Nurse Practitioner on duty thinks he may have a streptococcal infection but not RSV or an ear infection. I forget to show her the red bump on his leg. She calls in our antibiotic to Walgreen's and we slowly head that way.

2:30 p.m.
Walgreen's drive thru: they just checked the voice mail and have not processed our RX. It will be another 20-30 minutes. We head home.

3:15
Blake and Braden make it back from shopping. Blake leaves Braden, delivers me a Carmel Macchiato, and heads back to Walgreen's for the RX.

3:50
Tiffany picks Braden up to head to the Birthday party.

4:30
Blake makes it back with the RX and all the "fixin's" for a fabulous steak dinner!

5:30
I leave (sneak out the door to avoid Mason) to pick up Braden and River from the birthday party. Stop at Cyndee's to get the bracelet she made for next weekend's event; Blake sends me a text "Need Lighter Fluid ASAP" I run to the closest Mini-Mart only to realize I do not have my purse (or Driver's License)

6:10
Pick up the kids from the birthday party; ask the Birthday Girl's dad if I might borrow some lighter fluid (Thanks Gil) and after a puzzled look he hands it over with a smile and "The kids get goodie bags and the parents get a bottle of flammable liquid"

6:12
I pull up to the house and set the lighter fluid next to the grill and call Blake to let him know it's there. This is all done covertly as not to upset Mason.

6:30
Home at last
Mason eats all of his grapes and bread, but wants some more. Will not touch his turkey, until I coax him with his favorite Mickey Mouse doll and talk in Mickey's voice each time and of course make Mickey clap for him after each bite. He also wants me to wipe Mickey's nose with a tissue and tries to get Mickey to eat the turkey, too. This Mickey Mouse doll is about 8 inches tall.

After his dinner, Braden is an awesome helper and wraps Mason's Valentine's gift. We have grand plans of doing a nice little family gift exchange after dinner. (this never happens)

7:15
Blake finishes Mason's bath as I dive into my perfect ribeye steak, complete with salad, baked potato and sauteed mushrooms. The bump on Mason's inner thigh is worse and a new one has popped up on his backside. Blake is afraid it could be a bite (possibly spider) and takes him back to QuickCare (second time today) I called ahead to make sure they were open and let them know he would be returning. The best part of this trip is we do not have to pay our co-pay, again!

8:15
Blake and Mason make it back home. NOT a spider bite. Could be an insect bite, if so it will improve on it's own. Worse case scenario. . . .Staph infection, of which there are two kinds, of course good and bad. We have two prescriptions to fill tomorrow IN CASE it has not improved and looks worse. These are for antibiotics in addition to the RX we got earlier.

9:00
Braden is up for the second time, asking if I can help him fix his covers. Of course I can. The first time was to tell me his comfy PJ pants were too hot under his comfy blanket. My answer, "Take them off"

10:30
Blake hits the hay! I'm not far behind.

Domestic Bliss. We get to do it all again tomorrow!!!!!