Loserville

We were in Tucson over the weekend.  We had a Christmas party with Laura, Chelsea, Karen and their families.  I should be blogging about that party.  I will be blogging about that party.  I have some issues I need to address first.  Here's a sneak peak of the trifle I made (dessert's the only part of a party that really matters, right?)

Michael has been sick for 2 weeks.  It was a typical, run of the mill cold that has now invaded his lungs and won't let go.  I've been fighting off this same cold for 2 weeks, but it finally took me down on Sunday.  Spencer has croup.  Again.  Nobody is sleeping well.  Michael and Spencer start the night in one room (Michael in ours and Spencer in his) and end the night in another (Michael in the guest room and Spencer in ours).  Ginger just roams the house looking for beds and people to sleep with.  It's all very disruptive.

Anyhoo.  We packed up and left Tucson on Sunday evening.  We forgot to bring the baby monitors back with us.  We really can't survive without them, what with all the bed switching going on between the hours of  midnight and 5 am.  I decided that I would stop by Babies R Us after work today and just buy new ones.  We'd been talking about doing it anyway so we could just leave the old ones in Tucson all the time.

So, I'm at work and I stop by the bathroom where the zipper on my pants just falls apart.  The little tab thing just broke off leaving me with a gaping whole.  Great.  I hike my pants way up and pull my shirt way down.  I go to Babies R Us.  Their selection sucks.  I go and pick Spencer up from school.  His teacher tells me he refused to eat and cried during lunch.  We go to Buy Buy Baby.  We buy a monitor.  As we're leaving Spencer tells me his ear hurts.  He's never had an ear infection.  I start to worry.  We drive home.  Ginger is all excited to see us.  I go to get the bag with the monitor.  No bag.  No monitor.  I managed to buy ONE THING and leave it in the cart.  It's lucky I managed to get Spencer home.  I call the store, wait for 12 minutes, find out that it was still in the cart in the parking lot.  We put Ginger, who is still freaking out, in the car and drive back through the same construction site, my 5th time of the day, to get the monitor.

This is it.  It's pretty, but hardly worth the hassle.

This is Ginger in the car.  This dog is always soundly asleep within 2 minutes.  She sat the whole way because she was quite confused about just what the hell was going on.

Spencer got to watch more Little Einsteins, so he was happy.

So, I managed to get everybody and everything in to the house.  Spencer takes a nap.  I call and make an appointment for the pediatrician.  Spencer gets up and I take pictures because he is 3 YEARS 3 MONTHS old.

Right after this picture of him on the bed is taken he starts coughing so hard he throws up.  I let him eat chocolate ice cream for dinner.

Seriously.  We have lost control over here.  What in the hell is going on?  Busted zippers, alzheimer's mother, musical beds, ice cream for dinner.  It's mayhem.  To top it all off, because Michael and I are card carrying members of Losers R Us, we forgot to turn Paul's light off before we left for Tucson.  The poor fish got 50 straight hours of light.  He has entered his castle and won't come out.  He's slowly committing suicide in there, I'm sure of it.  We tortured him until his mind cracked.

We obviously suck at life.  Can somebody come up with a plan of redemption?  Preferably in some sort of list form in a word document?