Long

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  It was a long day. One of those days where you keep wishing it was tomorrow already, hour after hour. It's been worse, but it's also been better. This is what it was like:
  
  One minute everything is fine.
  

And the next, it's chaos.

The day was filled with:
- everyone waking up before 7am...never a good sign. I don't ask for much, just let me sleep until 7.

- repeatedly scooping small pebbbles out of Emi's mouth (compliments of Miya smuggling them into the house in her pockets after prescool day after day).

- making lots of phone calls to find a backup babysitter while I worked several hours (no, I didn't shower again today) - thanks Julianne, for coming to the rescue.

- scooping out more pebbles (hiding in the carpet...frieze is nice, but it hides those darn rocks!), then some pink play-doh. Nothing like slobbered on play-doh on new frieze carpet, right?

- working in a smoke-filled house, sitting on dirty carpet, then changing into clothes not smelling of smoke and covered with germs before hugging my babies.

- running Miya to preschool while Emi cried (she was tired, and doesn't like the carseat much these days).

- sneaking Emi into her crib (she finally fell asleep 2 minutes before arriving back home) only to have her wake up 40 minutes later (just enough time to get in a shower and do some paperwork, but not enough time to catch my breath). But I was clean!

- picking up Miya from preschool, then having her fall asleep in the car on the way to church because she didn't take a nap today.

- driving all the way back home (after arriving at the church) to get new supplies for my insulin pump that had somehow been pulled out of my body! Grrr...I hate it when that happens. High blood sugar does not mix well with an already bad day.

- got my blood glucose down a couple hundred points, then drove back to church to help set up for enrichment night(with Miya still sleeping in the car), and Emi crying because whe was hungry.

- trying to drive straight while periodically straining to reach Emi in the back seat and hand her snacks to eat (10 month-olds are not very good at keeping a good hold on teddy grahams and rice crackers).

- calming the now grumpy Miya who woke up tired and irritable, in front of all the sisters at enrichment night (imagine her laying on the floor, reaching for me saying "Mommy!"). Sigh.

- cleaning up a puddle of milk on the nursery room carpet, and letting Emi eat spilled cheerios right off the floor. Yuck.

- listening to Emi cry all the way home, because it was almost 9pm and way past her bedtime.

- convincing Miya that it really was time for bed despite her insistence that it was time for lunch and that she wanted cottage cheese (she would live off that stuff if we let her).

- typing this at 10pm while I wait for my hard working husband to come home to me and give me a hug.

That's all. No, not the worst of days, but I'm definitely done with it.

I'm not usually a complainer blogger...I guess I got carried away. Hopefully most of you got bored and skipped most of that. Just stick to looking at the pictures...that's what I do.