Great way to start the day (sarcastically speaking of course)...changed a poopie diaper and started to pass Alex off to his Daddy after giving him kisses...he puked on me.
OK, so now while I was going to be a little late anyway, I'm going to be even later. Then go outside to the Camry to find my badge so I can take the Corolla and leave Steve with the "good car" since he's off and could take the boys to play at the mall or something (we try to cart them around town in the "good car" which really just means the bigger car anymore cause they are both fairly decent cars). Can't find the badge - it's in there, just not sure where. So I get in the Corolla and start trying to call Steve on the Bluetooth as I drive to work to ask him to please find it and bring it to me at lunch.
I called about 6 times (both home phone and cell) on the way to work and then proceeded to call multiple times after getting to work - no luck. No answer. I know he's there - he didn't have time to leave between when I drove off and called him first. However, he wasn't feeling well. So I, of course, have drummed up all kinds of bad scenarios in my head (I'll stop to say everything is fine before you freak out at my thoughts). Steve wasn't feeling well either, so maybe he fell in the kitchen and hit his head - both boys crying for 3 hours....better yet, he tripped on the pile of laundry just over the gate inside the kitchen, hit his head on the floor, passed out, blood everywhere - Ethan (who does now know how to open the gate) can't get the gate opened cause he's crying and can't do it and his crying makes Alex start sobbing (Alex doesn't like anyone to cry alone but otherwise rarely cries)...then Ethan gets into the kitchen but can't wake up Daddy so is sobbing harder and probably making himself sick doing so....about this time, it's been 3.5 hours of calling and I'm now trying to get someone to cover my phones at work while I go home to find out what's really happening that he hasn't answered any of the 30 calls I've made (minimum). Yes, calling the police had actually occured to me but I thought I'd get there before they would. I'm on the phone with a co-worker when a call beeps in - it's Steve cell #. OH THANK GOD!!! I didn't even say hello, I just started in with - don't ever do that again - even if you are mad at me, you call before now in the mornings - what is going on. Turns out, we had "camped" in the front room this weekend (meaning Ethan still wants to camp out but it's too cold outside with he & his brother both fighting getting sick already so we blew up the air bed in the front room and slept there watching movies Saturday night - this satisfies the need for a 3 year old anyway) and had deflated the airbed but hadn't put it away yesterday. So Steve deflated it the rest of the way using the loud electric pump so hadn't heard my first calls while doing that. Then he promptly started rocking Alex back to sleep and took a nap with him on the couch (since Steve wasn't feeling well either) while Ethan watched cartoons. Alex wouldn't have slept 3.5 hours had I been home but somehow, Steve can get him to do that. In fact, Alex only woke up after Steve finally called me. Ethan had told him the home phone was ringing (it was bothering his cartoons I guess) so Steve listened and heard his cell going off upstairs. He sent Ethan up to get it and called me back. The home phone downstairs is apparently dead and so not ringing and he couldn't hear the cell or upstairs phone.
OK - so all is well and my panic was for naught but it's now 2 hours later and I'm just now calming down. Sheesh - way to start the week.
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