What. A. Day.

So, I'm going to post about today now in the hopes that doing so will calm it down a bit.  To say the day was eventful is an understatement.  Seriously.  We began the day at the butt-crack of dawn as usual, despite the fact that it was a late night for all of us  after Amy's Scentsy party.  But that's ok, we had plenty of work to do anyway with the impending party.  So I began brewing coffee and we started getting ready.  The dryer repairman was scheduled to come some time between 8 and 11, Amy had to make a trip to the bank (to deposit her Scentsy income), we had to clean the house (ok, just tidy really), prepare the food, etc.  Not too bad.  So the ARS man comes and does his magic, all $307 worth of it.  On a side note, turns out that just below the lint filter you empty and clean after every load (which I do religiously) there is a larger area that lint can get stuck in.  The purpose of this area I am not aware of.  Apparently it functions to catch huge wads of lint so the heating element in the dryer overheats and gives out.  I think it's a conspiracy.  One thought of between the dryer manufacturers and vacuum manufactures because it turns out I can purchase a handy dandy vacuum attachment to go past the filter area and suck out said lint.  Hmpf, that would have been nice to know 3 or so weeks ago.  But I digress.

Our ARS hero fixes the dryer and leaves.  The dryer though is working crazy well now, guess all that built up lint wad did some damage!  So onto the party.  People arrive and the boys get all crazy and excited.  Visitors, presents, a ginormous chocolate cake, it'll do that to you!  The party went well though and Jack deemed it his "best birthday ever" so all is well!  He got some good stuff too.  Pictures will be forthcoming (Wednesday duh!).  Everyone left and we unloaded tons of food on them as parting gifts.  We thought (wrongly) that the day would slow down.  

And it seemed to, until just recently.  The boys were bathed and ready to watch a little football before heading to bed.  Then apparently an imaginary football game between the two of them went bad.  A tackle, fumble, or some other football term I can't define occurred and both slammed heads.  Tears ensued.  Then Jack threw up.  Crap.  Then he threw up more.  Double crap.  Meanwhile, Braeden's still crying and holding his head.  Amy's shuffling Jack (amid the heaving) to the bathroom.  Me?  I'm running around (maybe like a headless chicken) grabbing towels, cleaner, and wipes.  Jack makes it to the bathroom where he keeps going.  Triple and quadruple crap.

Luckily I was just starting a load of laundry before this happened so that was convenient.  Amy gets him calmed down.  We begin scrubbing.  Carpet, floors, Jack.  You name it, we scrubbed it.  Our minds immediately go to concussion.  He has a red spot/bruise above his eye from the impact so who knows?  He hadn't been sick at all and has no fever.  So we wait.  Now of course he's fine.  Totally himself.  But we wait, just to be safe.

So, never a dull moment here.  Of course if we got hold of one I'm not sure we would even know what to do with it!  But all in all, it was a good day.  You know busy and crazy, a totally normal day!  At least we're consistent!  :)

All is well, crazy as ever, in Drosche Land.