That's it, I quit!

As you know, Andy's on the west coast under the guise of having business meetings, but we both know he's really just lounging by a pool drinking fruity drinks. I'm a little more forgiving of this since he arranged to fly Grandma here to help me while he is gone. She is a sanity savior during the day since we tag team the children and share the daily chores. Unfortunately, Grandma doesn't do nights. I've had to get up with dear Amaya 3-4 times per night. She only needs to be fed one of those times, the rest of it is just her crying in her sleep. Which wakes me up because the monitor is by my head, and then I can't get back to sleep even though she stops after 5-10 minutes. Little turkey.

Anyway, last night I had a sudden inspiration: turn off the stupid monitor. And what do you know, it worked. I didn't hear her crying until she really meant it when she wanted a bottle at 4. I was congratulating myself on the depth of my own genius as I walked to Chase's room to get him up this morning. That gloating feeling left as soon as I opened the door and smelled an all too familiar smell. His entire bed was covered with pink, cheese-dotted puke. Ugg. And he's warm and coughing and hacking and all around cranky again. And today is a school day, damn it! He's supposed to go to school, and I am supposed to get a break by having only one kid to deal with today. I didn't sign up for any of this, so you can take this as my official resignation. I quit, effective immediately. Someone should probably tell Grandma.


PS--The pictures are just random ones from the last couple of weeks. I know I can't get away with having a picture-less post. I did consider taking a picture of Chase's bed this morning for you, but decided against it. You can thank me later. But you'll have to wait until I come back from my own vacation where I will be drinking mimosas by a shiny, turquoise ocean...of course this will just be a mental vacation, but still.