Recently life has been a little challenging. Nothing crazy, just sleepless nights and sister fights. The weather is a little colder which means there are more arguments about coats and appropriate shoes for school. Hazel is moving around really fast and every day I am kicking myself for not having put up the baby gates yesterday. With all of the busyness there are many things I forget to do and sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and realize I never made it out of Portia's bunk bed. These are a few of the crazy mistakes I have been making lately...
In Hawaii Portia, Zelda (and sometimes Hazel shared a bed). Hazel was teething terribly and I was always giving her the plastic giraffe teething toy called Sophie that she loves to chew on. In the middle of the night if she was fussy I would reach for it and give it to her to chomp on and (maybe) get a little more sleep. One night while reaching for it and grabbing what I thought was Sophie, I heard a little scream. I opened my eyes and realized I had given Hazel Portia's finger to chew on.
Yesterday afternoon Portia started to do that little dance which means I need to go potty. I told her to run to the bathroom right away. She did but told me she needed help because she was wearing a diaper. I ran up to remove the diaper and only then noticed I had put it on over the pair of undies she has been wearing that morning which were now very dirty.
The other night I came home after everyone was asleep. Peter had left the kitchen door open for me which I could access through the garage. I didn't know this so I tried the front door, the back door and quietly knocking. I tried calling his phone (which I then realized I had, oops) and looking for our spare key outside, which we don't have. What I didn't think to do was open the garage and go through the kitchen. Instead I reached into my pocket and pulled out about ten of those plastic pouch tops and I began to throw them at Peter's window in hopes we would hear. Only about 6 actually hit the glass and where they landed I have no idea. I finally just rang the bell until Peter came downstairs and immediately told me I could have come in through the garage. Next time I hope I remember that.
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