A not so relaxing Sunday...

It’s been a busy weekend.  Yesterday, I worked till 3 then had to get home so Dave could get out the door to a worship team practice at the church.  Dave is pretty good on Saturdays about getting the house in decent shape for when I get home- or at least taking care of it when I get home.  However- he decided to try out a new Wave ap (calming, lulling, sound of waves on a shore) on his Ipad when he put the kids down for their nap.  He ended up really loving it and passing OUT into a DEEP DEEP sleep.  He woke up totally startled at the sounds of Katie blending something downstairs and Janna shrieking.  He was amazed to discover he’d been asleep for 2 solid hours, and was supposed to be picking me up at work in 10 minutes.  So, the house was a bit messy when I got home and I was left to make dinner in a filthy kitchen, while watching the kids, and then clean up and do bed time on my own.  Luckily Dave got home to help with getting the kids washed up and into bed, nevertheless, I will perhaps be deleting this wave Ap of his J

 Although I felt like passing out come 7:00, I pressed on for a few hours to get some laundry done and a few other things around the house.  We really try and take Sunday to relax and not do too much, so while I worked around the house Dave got all his Monday lessons ready and some marking out of the way.  So, while the goal was for a more restful day today, there were 2 things that got in the way. 

The first thing is Baby 3’s crib!  You see, we have this handmade bassinet that Dave’s grandfather made for him as a baby.  It’s beautiful and we enjoyed using it for Janna.  However- it’s been packed away in storage for well over a year now.  There is a base, the crib, a few connecting dowel pieces and mattress.  When we dug it out a few weeks ago, we could not find the mattress (which I had taped the dowel pieces to.)  I am 99% sure that I had put it in the storage room in a black plastic garbage bag to make sure it stay covered and clean during it’s basement stay.   However, I looked everywhere and could not find it!  I have since looked a few more times, and I think that it got thrown away by mistake in our weekly garbage run, as we store our garbage down there in big black garbage bags as well L  Anyways, kind of a pain, as we currently have no sleeping area for when the baby arrives. It’s been put off for a few weeks now, and today we decided that today we would take care of this problem. 

So, this morning after the kids were fed and dressed Dave ran with them to Canadian Tire to get some dowel pieces to connect the base and cradle part.  Check.  He then had to rush home so he could grab katie’s car and get to church early, and I was left to get the kiddies all set by myself.  We made it out the door only 2 minutes late, and into church mostly on time.   Katie went with us in the van, and I was thankful to have another set of hands to carry and manage the kids with.  This belly is really getting in the way of simple things!   The service was great, and afterwards Katie and I went to pick up Janna from the nursery, and Jesse from his classroom.  Jesse was totally distraught and his teacher, Miss Leanne, said he’d been crying for me for the past 10 minutes straight.  She’d just been hugging him unsure of what to do, and said he was breaking her heart.  He really was a sad story!  He was all red, and trying SO hard not to cry, but tears were just streaming down his face, and his lips were quivering and he was all hot and flushed.   Bawling kids don’t bother me so much, but when a child is trying SO HARD to be strong and keep it together and has silent tears and sobby gasps, it makes me so sad!  I scooped Jesse up and as we headed out to the van, and I was trying to figure out what was wrong.  He was a bit sad that “sockey” the puppet wasn’t at church today, and that another boy took one of his cookies, but I knew that wasn’t the issue making him SO upset.  Then I smelled something.  Yes! Did I ever.  This is part 2 of what impeded with a relaxing Sunday for me.  Now, as a caution, this is yet another, POST ABOUT POO.  For those who are not interested in reading more about poo, skip the following 3 paragraphs.

So, I smelled something a bit stinky, and upon further inspection decided Jesse had a bit of a squirt in his undies.  “ Oh Jesse- Did you do a little bit of poop in your pants by mistake?”  I asked.  Jesse loses it in tears and says between sobs , “ I just wanted You mommy.  I needed you to change my bum, mommy!!!”  Poor little guy was embarrassed!   I teach several kids this age, and usually most of them aren’t terribly embarrassed over accidents, yet.  There are always a few though, who are mortified, and I think Jesse is one of them.  At this point, we were pretty much at the van, and it is NO simple task at 12:30 to navigate back through the busy lot, back into the emptying church and wait in line for the bathroom.  So, I figured I’d deal with it at home. 

Well, the drive home was very funny and stressful.  Jesse’s legs started wiggling and I thought, he is gonna poo himself!  So, I was justa driving as fast as I could.  Jesse kept randomly screaming,  “OW! That hurt my feelings!!!”  I would look back and his face would be red and contorted and he might be clutching his belly. “Oh Jesse... we are almost home.. hold it..HOLD IT!” I pleaded.   I raced into our parking spot and Katie grabbed Janna while I RAN Jesse into the house and washroom.  I blame my pregnant waddle/ run, but I was not quite fast enough, and Jesse didn’t just have to poo, he had BAD diarrhea!  So, I got him on the potty for some of it, much of it was  through his clothes and some on the floor.  He was yelling and crying the whole time that “I don’t like my POO!!!!”  and flipping out while I was trying to remain calm and tell him to please stop flailing his dirty legs at me.  Katie came in behind us with Janna and a few minutes later and says,  “Chrissy.. I am so sorry for what you are about to see in the kitchen.”  

The DOG. THE DOG!!!!! He got into the garbage AGAIN!! WHY?!?!  And meat and diapers and coffee grinds were EVERYWHERE!   I need to lock away our garbage cans I think.  Is this just me being stupid?  Do other people with dogs hide their garbage?   I was thankful for Katie who kept Janna entertained while I ran Jesse upstairs for a bath.  And thankful she kept Janna entertained when Jesse exploded in the tub again, and thankful she remained with Janna, while Jesse exploded yet again on the toilet, and thankful she kept Janna entertained while I cleaned the bath and ran Jesse another one. Sorry Katie, that 2 minutes of holding Janna turned into 20?!   At this point, I was grumpy at Dave who I pictured leisurely chatting with people while he slowly winded up his guitar chords at church, then sauntered out to the car to drive home in a peaceful child free, yummy smelling car.   Anyways,  Once jesse was cleaned up and under control, I strapped the kids into their booster seats, made lunch, and left the dogs mess and bathroom 1 for Dave to deal with.  He came home while I was cooking, and I really was not mad at him, I just feel like I’ve had this abnormal horrible share of cleaning up gross things lately J  Anyways, I got the kids fed and into bed while Dave cleaned up, then super hungry Dave and I ate and crawled into bed for  a quick power snooze. 

Now, you may think this story of a ruined restful day is done, but I’m not done with the bassinet.  You see Dave did his part of getting the dowels.  I was responsible to run to the fabric store to pick up some foam to make a mattress and get some waterproof liner to cover it.  I decided that while I was grabbing that I should grab stuff to make Janna’s Halloween costume.  I’m going to try and do hers this week, and Jesse’s next week.  He still keeps changing his mind and adding new possibilities into the mix.  So, while I wanted to lay in bed all afternoon, I made some tea and went out in the pouring cold rain to make the trek to Fabricland to pick these things up.  I left the kids at home to finish sleeping with Dave. 

Well, this Fabricland always feels busy, but I had a list all set and knew exactly what I needed.  The problem was my belly!  This fabricland is super overcrowded with stock, and people, and as a woman with a protruding belly, I kept bumping into bolts of fabric and people.  They don’t have push carts there, but these little ones you can drag along the floor.  Well, I literally had to hit up every corner of the store for my items, and the fabrics I needed were all on super long or FAT bolts.  So, I could barely balance them in this little floor cart, and ended up sort of standing behind the cart and giving the bolts of fabric standing up in it a shove ( with my stomach) to get it anywhere.  I'm pretty sure I looked both awesome and stupid at the same time.   I was pretty dismayed to end up in line of about 15 people waiting to have fabric cut.  SO as I stood there balancing my piles of fabric precariously against my belly and sweating, I was praying my water would not break.  It would be tragic if I didn’t get these things after all this hard work.   About 30 minutes later it was finally my turn and I got my things cut.   Yay! For those of you who are not familiar with fabric stores,  you have to wait in a whole ‘nother line after your material is cut to pay for it.  So I drug my waddly self through the fabric aisles knocking things over,  while praying a thank-you to Jesus that my kids were not with me because that would have been actually impossible, and got in line 2.  Now, line 2 was only 12 people long, and there were 2 cashiers... Oh wait.  One leaves.  What?!   I actually feel really bad for this one lone cashier who is sweating and ringing things in as fast as she can while people scowl and sigh as the line grows up to 22 people long.  Really. 22. I counted!  The man in front of me had already given an earful to the ladies cutting fabric, and so I was worried about what he sight say or do to this poor girl. 

Anyways, maybe 30 minutes later it’s his turn and he goes on and on about how “It’s not YOUR fault, but why isn’t ....blah...blah...blah....blah.”  Having worked in a variety of customer service positions over the years, I hate when people yell and complain all while saying , “it’s not your fault, but:”  You still feel crappy, and are being yelled at.  If you want something to change go and find the person whose fault it is!   Perhaps the staffing manager as they were understaffed?   Or maybe not even them.  I know! Who is in charge of Halloween?  It’s probably their fault that a million people were in the store getting materials this weekend.  So, this poor girl is trying to be happy and apologizing and clearly stressed, and I think, what can I do to make her day?  I should just sing to her!  It finally comes to me, and just as I’m about to step up to the counter a man barges in front of me (and the other 22 people)... and says ”Where would I find some toilet paper for your washroom?”   This girl is looking around wildly for maybe another staff but with no one in sight is like, “ I’ll get it!”  She RUNS out from her counter and past all the people in line saying, “Sorry! Sorry! I need toilet paper!”  She dives into a back room and comes out victorious with a few rolls which she sort of tosses to the man and she resumes her fierce stance at cash.  She apologizes to me and I just gave her a big nod and smile and said, “No worries. Sometimes you just need to get people toilet paper.  You are doing a fantastic job.”  And she smiled a bit- and I hope that it made her day better if even for a brief instant.

I got home in time to enjoy my kids and husband for a few minutes before tackling a late supper and bed time.  Janna is getting into these little spurts of happy dancing lately, and when I came home she ran over to me and danced and spun and sang and giggled and then dove her head into my knees.   I snuggled her and then sat down by Jesse who told me that Jesus told him he should have a lollipop for having 1, 2, 3 yucky poos.  And I agreed.   Dave and I sat by each other on the couch and just chatted for a while.  It was nice.  It was relaxing.  I was hoping for a greater chunk of time like that today, but sometimes Poop and Fabricstores just get in the way.  With that GREAT sentence, I think I should sign off before all my blog readers decide to stop following me.  Thanks for reading! I’m out.