Well, not exactly. After walking a sick dog around the back yard for about 30 minutes, because the poor baby's back legs don't work, I came inside to enjoy a quiet morning. A breakfast of toaster strudels, kolaches, chocolate milk and apple juice. Snuggled on the couch and watched The Jetsons, Scooby Doo and Giada at Home. The faint roar of the washing machine was in the background getting a week's worth of laundry done to prepare for the first day of school on Monday while jetting that fresh clothes smell throughout the house. The dish washer worked on the morning mess, as well as yesterday's messes. It was pajama day until Noon. Perfection.
Then off to Shelby's first football game to watch her cheer. Temperature outside? 102+. Did I remember to bring the mister fans and cooler of wet rags in ice water? No. I did not. My mind obviously had not kicked fully into football season mode. What was I thinking?
Regardless, it started out okay. Ben was committed to cheering for the other team since we were scheduled to play the Aggies. Then we found out they messed up the schedule and we were playing the Panthers. Oh well. He managed to make it work.
Then, it started...
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| Let the scratching begin! |
Belle has had a little rash on her scalp, back of her neck and behind her ears this week. Nothing huge, but kind of blotchy and it has really bothered her off and on. I tried switching shampoos, etc...but nothing helped. And it wasn't getting worse so I thought maybe it was the heat, even though we haven't been outside much. But the heat at the game made it worse to where we left at halftime and I took her to Acute Kids.
Turns out they think it's related to allergies. So, we go to the store for medicine. Only the first store we go to is out of ibuprofen since it's been pulled from the shelves. AND the only Benadryl they have is cherry flavored. Yuck! Work with me Tom Thumb! Grab the Lanacaine and cotton balls and head to the next store. All the while she is miserable. And did I mention it's over 102?
Thank you Walgreens for carrying generic, bubblegum flavored ibuprofen and Benadryl. Whew.
Back home. Medicate her up. Change her into a big t-shirt of her daddy's so she's comfy. Get her settled on the couch. Think about eating something for the first time today since I didn't get any of the breakfast I made for two starving kids this morning. Surely she will nap. Not so much.
Make a sandwich. Turn on television to settle her in. Ben comes in and we all three snuggle up for the second time today (luckiest mom in the world, thank you very much) and watch Big Time Rush then Beach Blanket Bingo...again. Exit Ben.
Scoop doggie presents in the back yard to get ready for mowing tomorrow. Continue laundry. Continue pacifying Belle on couch who is wiped. And bored.
Ben gets on XBox Live with some friends from school, as well as around the world...literally. So Shelby and I play a few rounds of hide-n-seek. Only she doesn't want to hide. Because "it scares me when I'm found!". So I hide. Many times. Until I convince her to do something else.
On to a heated game of the Memory Game with our Disney cards. The girl is a shark! And obviously in dire need of being taught how to be a good winner. "Whew! I feel sorry for YOU mom!", "I am awesome at this, huh?!", "If these cards were money, I'd be rich!". Pull it in, Belle. Pull it in.
End the day with more snuggles. Watch the movie "Horton Hears a Hoo". Put them in bed, sniff their heads (because it makes me calm and reminds me they will always be my 'babies') and now...I'm going to take a hot bubble bath, thank God for these little blessings and moments, and hopefully (please, please, please) going to get some sleep.
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