6:35am Open eyes and thank God I'm not feeling sick again this morning (following an all day in pajamas with the flu Tuesday)...
6:38am Hear Brandon shouting from Thatcher's room that he threw up in his crib...a lot
6:38am Stub toe rushing in to help. Strip bed, mattress pad and move crib away from wall to mop up piles of bile. Gross. Sickening. Yuck.
6:40am Get Thatch into the shower with daddy. Instruct to wash hair numerous times and get all the yuck out. Poor baby.
6:45am I need coffee
7:00am Thatcher already recovered and requesting "nanas" and "ffle" (aka Waffle). I give the poor thing what he asks for.
7:15am Clean up the breakfast mess and start laundry of pukey bedding
7:20am Make myself cereal.
7:30am Make our bed.
7:45am Change second poopy diaper of day. He's efficient.
8:00am Mop and Vaccuum all the floors deciding it just feels dirty in here
8:30am Read the Dinosaurs book one, two and three times in a row.
9:00am Turn on Sesame Street for Thatcher-continue laundry, continue cleaning
9:30am Turn off TV, come to office and ponder all the imaginary things I would fill my new imaginary house with (found a fixer I love and am hoping we buy). Thatcher throws all the crayons on the ground, plays his little piano and starts dumping things out of the desk drawer.
10:00am Return downstairs and turn on iPod so Thatcher can dance. He gets down with it.
10:30am Go to basement and do the elliptical for an hour. Thatcher gets into every single toy he can reach, rides his little scooter bike, sit and spins and wonder color paints.
11:30am Another diaper
12:00pm Nap time. No fight
12:10 Finally shower
12:15 Day dream about a vacation in Hawaii. Or Mexico. Or anywhere hot with a beach and spa.
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