I've lived halfway through Monday and already I've killed a mouse, seen a doctor, met with relatives and had a repairman work on the AC unit. The baby grey mouse is currently trapped under a plastic box with weights on top. Its dead. It met its Maker through suffocation. Jon can dispose of him when he gets home. Riley asked if the Mommy is going to come help him; when I told her it was sick. She then told me how it was cute like Cinderella's mice.After leaving the mouse, we sat for an 1.5 hrs in a doctor's office (parenting in a vaccum). Cara got two shots and gave the nurse a look of vengeance. Once in the car, I called an audible and met up with Jon to see his aunt and uncle from Miami who were passing through. It was great seeing them and while at Cracker Barrel, Riley decided to pee in the big girl potty for the first time. As someone walked into the stall next to us, Riley saw the black orthodic shoes and exclaimed, "Mommy, look! A man is going pee-pee, too"!
After getting Riley a toy prize for successful potty usage; we raced home to meet the HVAC guy for some flooding we'd found under our floors over the weekend. As we approached the house, I saw that I'd accidently given Riley's cup to Cara, who was then pouring lemonade down her chest. Then, as I went to change Cara and put her down for a nap, I remembered that she'd had a diaper explosion this morning and pee was still all over her sheets.
They're both asleep now, the repairman just left, with a small fee (thank God!); and now I wonder how else God might answer my prayer of surrender this morning in which I'd said, "I give you all my plans, you lead me where you want me to go today." Hmmmm... \:-)
