Our friend had to go to the ER the other night - the ordeal started when I picked up their son, Nicholas at his daycare the evening before. I had Aaron's help until 5:30 am when he had to catch a flight to a conference. (FYI our friend is doing better).
Feeding two kids oatmeal at 6:15 am (one ate two bites, the other fed himself about two servings - guess which one): $0.50 and pleasant satisfaction
Listening to the kids fighting over the rabbit and finding Nicholas sitting on Ezra: Two gray hairs
Putting on Sesame Street: a moment of extreme gratitude for PBS
Hearing that you forgot your phone: a big sigh, "of course you did"
Finally calling Nicolas' father and waking him up: a moment of guilt
Realizing that I'm going to have to take Nicholas to his daycare and the carseat is in the living room: "oh #@&%!"
Finally coaxing Nicholas out the door (10 minutes) while carrying carseat, daycare bag, and Ezra: Moment of relief
Realizing that at any moment Nicholas may break for the swimming pool: a little nerve wracking
Getting two young boys in the car and installing a carseat: 5 gray hairs
Coaxing Nicholas out of the car at daycare with Ezra in my arms: 15 minutes
Dropping off Nicholas and having to take a crying baby out of the daycare and back into the car (yes, he was ours): 5 more gray hairs and 10 minutes
Dropping off Ezra at his daycare after waking him up: Many many tears (his, not mine) and a very small feeling of guilt but mostly extreme relief
Knowing I survived 3 hours (really, was that only three?) as a caretaker to two young boys: priceless.
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Aunt Sherrie
I felt guilty, too, for leaving you to take Nicolas to day care instead of hauling myself out of bed. Since the polarities of our guilt are opposite, hopefully they will cancel out.
Nicolas was SITTING on Ezra?! You never told me that. Good thing he didn't eat much breakfast.
Also, keep in mind that the mother of the octuplets already had six other children. That's 14 kids, people!
- DCon