The other day I came home with two sick children. I was standing in the kitchen deliberating who to take care of first when I heard Lily digging around in the bottom kitchen drawer that we let her play in. Next thing I know, I feel a sharp pain on my leg . . . turns out Lily had found a meat tenderizer and had walloped my leg with it. She thought it was hilarious. I have the bruise to prove it. Needless to say I took THAT toy away immediately.

Arden has some nasty cold thing - Lily had another ear infection on top of the one she had just gotten rid of. I took Arden to Patient First after swearing I would never again go there. I still think I was right the first time. The doctor told me there was nothing wrong with Arden before he had even looked at her and told me the reason she was screeching and writhing in pain all day was “colic”. At four months?!? WHATEVER. His personality left MUCH to be desired. He took my $50 copay and glanced in her ears, gave me a condescending glare, and insinuated I was an “overprotective” mother. So Arden is home again, supposedly with a clean bill of health. At the moment, she’s not crying.

We are still in toilet-training hell right now with Lily. We bought her some Dora underwear and she loves it. Although she knows what the toilet is for, she hasn’t quite mastered the idea of going to the toilet BEFORE she pees. Yesterday we had two mishaps with the new “big girl” underwear and today we had a #2 incident in Dora pair #3. Ugh. She is doing better sleeping in her toddler bed, however. At least at night. The nap time is a different story and I can’t even begin to count how many times she has torn her room apart.

Here’s to hoping that this week will be better than last, that all four of us will be healthy and that I will actually get some billable work done. . . I guess I should go watch the Superbowl with the rest of the universe now.