Monday, Monday...

Oh good grief! This has not been the greatest Monday......

First, we had to leave the house earlier than usual to take my poor wrecked van to the body shop so that it can no longer be wrecked and then we had to take Jax to school and then drop Shane off at work. (PS--could not sleep last night, last I looked at the clock it was about 3:30am). Already, day not off to a GREAT start. Jake was really fussy all the way out to Wells and about halfway home a DELICIOUS aroma starts wafting from the back seat. I get us home, strip Jake (who is screaming) and place him in the tub. I try to give him some breakfast, he's not interested, so I finish my breakfast and am picking up the living room when Jake comes in and throws up all over the floor. Thus is my day...Jake throws up, I clean up, take a load of vomit-clothing to the washer, hold Jake while he whimpers, etc., etc.

After a long day of this, Shane comes home, we fix dinner (still Jake not eating, but not vomiting either) and just when it's bedtime Hayden starts to cry. When he finally is coherent enough to tell us what is wrong, we discover that he has a large piece of red crayon shoved up his right nostril. Yeah. Crayon. Up his nose. I try to reach it, nope it's really in there, and I tell him we have to go to the doctor so they can get it out. There is much screaming and crying until we're almost to the Instacare. By then I've calmed down....(kidding, but I really wanted to scream and cry a little).

I check in at the desk and, bless their hearts, they tried not to laugh, but really, how could you not? By now, Hayden is calm and pretty much enjoying the whole experience. He starts chatting with the girls. They ask him what color the crayon is: he says red, but his brother's favorite color is blue. They ask him why he put the crayon up his nose: he says, "because I was hiding it and I was gonna put it in my pocket, but then I just put it in my nose." We go back after a fairly short wait and the cute student nurse is talking to Ralphie. He's flirting with her (how much trouble am I going to be in when this kid grows up?), smiling and laughing. We go back to the exam area and soon the doc comes in. He tells her again how and why the crayon got up his nose and then adds, "you just have to make them (the crayons) into small pieces to put them in your nose." The cute student nurse is back and has him lay on the bed and tells him that when we're done he can have a popsicle. Then she says, "not because you put a crayon in your nose, but so you won't hate me when we're done." And sweet boy says, "I would never hate you." He was so good while they dug out the crayon and cute student nurse says to him, "where do crayons go?" And he says, "in the box!" "Do you put things in your nose?" "Nope, I never put anything up my nose again!" And she produces an orange popsicle. He says, "I would never hate you and maybe next time I can bring you a popsicle." And she says, "I like blue ones best!"

All in all, not my best Monday, but having 3+ people tell me that I have the cutest, sweetest little boy pretty much makes up for all the yucky.

And no, we did not save the piece of crayon.......