Sometimes, Max and Rory overwhelm me, yesterday was one of those days. Dusty wasn't home all evening so Mama was in charge, and since it was only me I did what I always do and made myself 800,000,000 plans to complete before going to bed that night.

Didn't I just say that I set myself up for failure when I plan? Yeah, I need to work on that. Anyway...

Rory had woken up with hives on her arms and legs that morning. This is a semi-regular occurance right now. We're pretty sure we've tracked it down to putting OxyClean in her wash on a couple occasions. As we work to get all her clothes rewashed, sometimes multiple times, she's occasionally woken up with hives. I sent her on her way after putting all her special lotions on her that morning, figuring she'd be good as new when I picked her up. But of course that isn't what happened. She ended up needing an outfit change at daycare and since the clothes they have there are clothes I brought a while ago, I never even thought of them; so of course they haven't been rewashed. So the poor girl had hives all over her back and butt.

Yes I took pictures, no I won't post them. I don't feel like explaining to the police that sharing pictures of my daughter's hived behind is not sharing child pornography. Thanks a lot Bin Laden!* 

So I get the kids fed (With one of my pre-prepared frozen meals, I'm so glad all that work has paid off!) and then I load them in the tub so we can scrub Rory down. Naturally I'm not paying attention and Max brings the goat milk soap into the tub and it gets extremely sudsy in there. I end up searching around looking for the lost soap since the water is all murky now and getting splashed as I hover. The kids are thrilled at this new game, "See who can get Mama the most wet". I'll be putting that bar of soap up high from here on out! (Thanks for the stupid soap Becca! hehehe)

We play games, sing songs, blow bubbles...OK, I'm totally lying. I am stressed out at this point thinking of all the things I still want to get done, trying to dry off, and not loose my cool on Max while explaining that the water has to stay in the tub. I did grab the camera and get some cute naked bathtub pics but won't be posting for reasons stated above. Oh, and another thing. Why can't there be enough room in my bathroom for a nice recliner? I spend way too much time in there between baths and taking Max to the potty; sitting on the toilet is so uncomfortable and extremely trashy sounding when saying/writing it!

After our baths, I get the kids all dressed, which entails covering Rory in all her special lotions and Max of course needs lotion too then. I take the kids to the living room where we start cleaning up. Right before I finish I hear Max say "Rory fall down stairs" and then I hear "thump...thumpthumpthumpthumpclunk". I bolt down the stairs to see Rory sprawled out on the ground wailing at the top of her lungs. I attempt to calm her down before she gets herself too worked up. It didn't work and sure enough she does just what she did the last time she took a good spill and vomits from crying so hard. I, being every so crafty and prepared, have my hand outstretched and catch it all! 

So I go into the bathroom and dump the contents into the toilet and turn to examine the damage on Rory. In that instant she vomits some more. This time? I wasn't prepared. It ends up all over her, the floor, and even a little on my sweater. (Why am I always wearing a sweater when this happens?!) The worst part? WE WERE RIGHT NEXT TO THE TOILET! Why I didn't think to turn her and have her maybe make it into the toilet instead of everywhere else I'll never know.

Now I'm really stressed, cursing Dusty under my breath, trying to keep Max from going near the vomit on the floor, trying to get Rory cleaned up enough to bring her to the bathtub. Yeah, it was really fun. After about 20 minutes I have Rory cleaned up, I'm in my undershirt, and we're all rocking in the comfy reclining chair (that's too big for my bathroom) reading a book and giving Rory her neb for the evening.

Thankfully, the kids went to bed easily after all of that. I spent the rest of the evening, doing laundry, cleaning up vomit, picking up the house and making apple sauce. Oh, don't feel too bad for me. I also spent a GLORIOUS hour reading a book and soaking in my gigantic bathtub. And when I got out? I was a new woman. One that can share this story and laugh, one that doesn't kill her husband the minute he walks in the door but instead laughs at his funny stories from his evening out, one that smiles thinking about how she once again gets to claim being the "Puke and Rally" Mom. I have also gained a little insight and will make sure Dusty is the one to console Rory the next time she takes a big spill. IT IS HIS TURN! 

*Please excuse me, for I absolutely could not stop myself from stealing a line from The Hangover. We watched it a lot recently and it was just too perfect in this situation. If you haven't seen the movie, I apologizing for how insensitive that line seems, and you need to go out and rent it so you understand my humor here.