all before 9 am

Scott still hadn't changed the clock on his night stand and so this morning got up and got ready to go to work.
An hour earlier than he needed to.
Which worked out good, since Henry still thinks 5:30 is an appropriate time to start his day.

I had major relapse in pain starting last night and restarted taking my pain meds this morning after being "sober" for 4 days.

While I nursed for the zillionth time Henry went to wash his hands.
I didn't realize (cause I'm SO tired) that he never came back until I was done nursing.
What I discovered was a flooded bathroom.


(soaked rug, soaked toilet paper both on the roll and under the sink. soaked towels under the sink. soaked floor. drawer full of water. water on the walls. water on the door. water sitting in pools all over the counter. water water EVERYWHERE.)

Because apparently it's fun to fling water all over THE ENTIRE BATHROOM.
I put him in his bed telling him he was on time out.
He started crying.
Ben started crying because apparently the nursing didn't satisfy him (even though it's now the 4th time I've nursed him since midnight).
All the nursing is really helping the whole pain relapse. Cause now I hurt EVERYWHERE.
I warmed up some breast milk from the fridge for a bottle.

I went to start cleaning up the water. Was sort of afraid there weren't enough towels in our house to mop it all up.
Had to take pictures of the water because you, I do that sort of thing. But stopped after the second picture because I could hear dripping and couldn't figure out where it was coming from.
Called Scott in a panic, asking how to shut off the water.
Spent 20 minutes mopping up water.
Finally let Henry out of his bed after a stern talking to (right, cause I'm SURE he understood/comprehended/learned his lesson.blerg)
Changed him out of his soaking wet pj's.
He promptly ran to the kitchen to finish his cereal.
And by finish I mean threw it on the floor for Roxie to eat it all.
Discovered a horrifically huge black spider climbing up my cabinets.
Smooshed said spider.
Gave Ben a bath in the sink because it's been a couple days and he was starting to stink like breast milk.
And not in a good way.

Henry has whined unending for something to eat.
"um may I remind you that you THREW YOUR BREAKFAST ON THE FLOOR?!"

Might have yelled out loud "Henry you're driving ME CRAZY!" more than once.

Henry pooped.
Ben cried.
Roxie continued to lick every last morsel from the kitchen floor.
I closed my eyes and in my head sung "Lord I need you, every minute of the day..."

And did I mention that I have to be at the doctors at 10:30 for Ben's circumcision?
And I'm totally panicking about it because he's so old it's going to hurt him more, but we couldn't have really done it sooner because of his size. I didn't exactly feel good about circumcising a less than 5 pound baby. But I feel SO bad for him.

But tonight, TONIGHT is my mantra. If I can just survive until tonight.
But more on that later.

Somehow, somehow, I will survive this day.