20.  (4/27/11)  I started out the day at 4:00 AM with a screaming Nate.  SCREAMING.  Oh My Goodness - I ran into his room as fast as I could -- I'm pretty sure I hit every freaking wall on the way.  I found him in his bed screaming bloody murder (whatever the hell that means) and holding his leg up like an injured dog.  He would NOT stop screaming.  I lifted him and moved him to the rocking chair with me.  Still screaming that his leg and his pod hurt.  I really thought it was a night terror at 1st ---- the screaming was strange it was a crying scream but there were no tears.

I kept asking him if his pod hurt and he would scream, scream and you know --- more screaming so I eventually just ripped the damn thing off.  Ouch.  I'm pretty sure that was a bad move but I was freaking out.  I thought for sure I was going to find a big, huge, red, pussy, swollen, infected site with a disgusting cannula but there was nothing.  Not one thing.  His bg was a bit high so I gave him a correction and did not put on a new pod.  I figured the big bolus would cover us until 6:30 AM wake up.

That plan pretty much worked except Nate never went back to sleep.  I ended up putting him in bed with me, Sophie and Emma.  Good times.  He read a little, played a little, laughed a little but slept none.

So, we all got up around 6a and went on with our normally scheduled AM routine.

Between getting Sophie and Emma ready for school, packing lunches, making breakfast, changing diapers, putting on a pod, and taking Pancake out for his morning poop there was no time for a shower.  Nice!

No shower usually equals no problem for me.  I can usually drop Emma and Sophie off and scoot home for a shower.  But, not today!  Oh no!  I had to get Pancake over to my mom's house to be groomed and then my dad and I were going to get new tires put on my truck.  No biggie I thought we would just drop off the truck and be on our way.

Oh hey - did I mention that Nate was still in his jammies?  Ok - yep - he was.

The drop off took forever.  By the time we dropped it off, I took my dad home, picked up Pancake and left his house in my mom's truck it was time for me to pick up Sweet Sophie.  Still Stinky - Still no shower. While in carpool I got the call that the truck was ready for pick up.  Awesome.  I was supposed to drop off my mom's truck for a balance and rotation when I picked up my truck. Sounds simple enough - right? WRONG!

Oh My GOSH!!!  It was horrible.  Ok -it wasn't really that bad but a little bit crazy!

Remember I still haven't showered - and to be honest I'm pretty sure I hadn't showered since Monday.  Umm - yep - I said it - I hadn't showered since Monday.

Nate is still in his jammies.

I have Pancake.

Sophie has UC.

My tires had already been paid for so I thought I was just picking up my truck and going to be on my merry little way.  My dad had already done all of the due diligence on my mom's truck OH BUT OF COURSE that guy wasn't there and another guy decided he needed to have me walk out with him to inspect my mom's tires, get the mileage from her truck, find the damn wheel lock all the while corralling (ok I was really just grabbing and screaming) 2 kids and a dog.

Oh my goodness - Nate was running all over the place in the parking lot, Pancake was barking and had completely wrapped his leash around my legs oh . . . maybe 6 times.  Sophie had a freaking explosion in her pants because when she's got to go she's really got to freaking go.  Oh yea and I stink!!!!!

He then makes me go inside with all of the mess mentioned above and sign paperwork.  Are you freaking kidding me?  It was like a 3 ring circus walking into Discount Tires at 11:30 -- the busiest time of the day apparently because that place was packed.  A bunch of showered people without kids or dogs watching a mess of a mom trying to wrangle a sad Sophie, a wild Nate and a damn dog!  We were quite the scene.

All I could think is that I really wished I had taken a damn shower.  At least then all of these people staring at me and mentally giving me the WORST MOM OF THE YEAR AWARD wouldn't be judging me for my greasy hair, pants that were a size too small & lack of proper hygiene!

Ehhh . . . what are you going to do??  Again, it really wasn't that bad --but a shower definitely would have helped.  :)

Yea for new tires! Oh yes and Yea for showers - I finally got one at 7:45 this evening!