I survived the weekend..

Lets start with Friday AM, I'm getting Riley ready for preschool, two steps away from hopping in the car and she lets me know that she had an accident. So not like Riley..... I discover that this accident is diarrhea.... After a wardrobe change, Riley is determined to go to school, so I take her... 20 mins late.... I hate to be late!
I experienced a typical day at work and around 400 PM headed on over to pick up my little darling. She was the last one in her class, which is unusual. Her teacher reminded me it was spring break and most of the kids week on vacay this week.... Ohhh, I zoned out for a few seconds, reminiscing of how nice spring break was. I got a little bitter thinking why doesn't adult live have a spring break?
Riley snaps me back to Earth with the guilt trip of being the last kid there...... Mrs. April proceeds to tell me Riley didn't feel like eating lunch and wasn't her chipper self today. Hold the phone who is the "chipper" kid you speak of? Then I get a tad bitter for 2 reasons: #1 Why don't I get to see this "chipper" child more often and #2 I to pay these people to chill with her a few days a week and Riley feels it necessary to be nice... Hmmmm while poor old mom get the shit fits and attitude.. That little trader!
Any who I noticed a rather large rash on the back of her calf that she has been scratching all day. I text a pic to my Bro-in-law and Sis (both in the medical field) they say it looks like poison oak. I would have shown my Mom (also in the medical field) but this was her BINGO time and she would'nt answer the phone. Sooooo how appropriate Miss Riley Oakes has poison oak! I put some chalky pink lotion on it (the name escapes me at the moment) and put up with her grumpy butt until bed time. I grabbed her blankie out of the dryer and this was right about the time I discovered that the prior load of laundry contained some sort of grease or tar. It was all over her blanket.... did I mention there is not substitute for this "woobie". I sat and sympathetically listened to her for an hour, before telling her to play in her room, Mommy is tired and going to bed!
Saturday AM the rash is double the size and just plain ugly. So we drove to Urgent Care and waited, waited, got a room, waited some more... only to be told it was dermatitis. An inflammation of the skin .. well duh? I got a steroid cream and we were home bound.
Saturday night rolls around and shes still not over the spots on her blanket, now she wants her Daddy, who is in Vegas living up I'm sure.... All while I'm here with fussy butt. NOT FAIR! I get her to bed and she woke me up every hour with diarrhea or puke. After taking a shower at 230 AM and 415 AM, I have come to the conclusion that I can only handle 1 child. I'm feeling super guilty that I even contemplated letting her sleep in the bath tub because we are all out of clean towels and carpet cleaner. Isn't that so mean?
Sunday Daddy was back and Riley was happy and feeling OK. We took a nap and had a quite dinner. After dinner Riley played on the computer while I sat on the back patio and enjoyed a frosty drink, few chapters in a great book by the Dalai Lama; all while watching 12 bunnies, 2 tortoises, 2 bulldogs and 1 cat co-mingle peacefully in the sun set. Awwww it was pure bliss.
Now somebody has a case of the MUNDAYS.. As if I wasn't on the edge mother nature dropped off her monthly gift and the A/C is out at the office.... I got 50 emails regarding the A/C outage, just in case I couldn't distinguish there was an issue for myself. Its freaking HOT... I'm going to go home and take a nap! I am going to blame it all on PMS. The end