One of THOSE Days...

You know those days that crazy things keep happening over and over again? That would be yesterday. The morning went great, I got some things done around the house, had a sock fight with the boys and pretended to make them into their beds while I changed the sheets. Pretty good day, huh?
At 2pm, we left the house to go pick up Jamison from the hospital in Provo. Derek has been potty-training and doing pretty well, but I usually put a pull-up on him if we are going to be gone for more than an hour. And I was out of them, darn it. I figured the trip to Provo wouldn't be too long, and just had him go before we left. There was quite a bit of traffic driving down there, so it took about 30 minutes. We got James settled in the car and decided to get his prescriptions filled in Lehi so I could stop at the bank while the prescriptions were being filled. After another slow drive back to Lehi, we stop at the pharmacy only to find out that the doctor had not put Jamison's name or a date on the Percocet prescription. The pharmacy, of course, refused to fill it and probably has my car on alert for trying to obtain false prescriptions or something now. We called the doctor's office and they said we had to come back to Provo to the doctor's office (which is waaaaaaaaay farther away than the hosptial) to get a new prescription. I would have dropped James off at home and gone myself, but the had to give the prescription to him. The kids were all crying, please can we go home.

I stopped at the grocery store and left the kids in the car with James and ran and bought some cookies and juice to keep them pacified for the drive back. It was nearing four o'clock now and traffic was getting worse. We made it out to the doctor's office in around 40 minutes. We got a new prescription, took Zack and Derek to the bathroom and then got the prescription filled in Provo, just in case anything else was wrong. We drove home through rush-hour and made it home in time to discover that poor Derek had wet his pants just moments before. I got him cleaned up and tried to finish straightening the family room and kitchen,while making dinner, because the cub scouts and my visiting teachers were coming shortly. Derek wet his pants twice more while I was cooking dinner, that dang juice! Scouts was underway, I left the mess in the house and sat on the deck to eat my dinner and watch the boys play in the back. All of the sudden I heard a knock on the window behind me and Matt tells me that my visiting teachers are here. I had totally forgotten. They came in and I asked them to sit in the family room so I could still keep an eye on the boys out the window. We were chatting and having a good time when Derek comes running in the house. He had had another accident, the bad kind, and needed immediate clean-up. My visiting teachers waited patiently while I cleaned him up, cleaned up the underwear, etc.

We start visiting again and the scouts start to leave and then Derek throws up on the tile. The V.Ts decided to leave at that point, can you blame them? Once we got all the kids in bed, made sure Jamison had taken all his pills and finished the dishes, Matt and I sat on the couch exhausted. Okay, I was exhausted, he was just in pain (mountain biking accident yesterday, six stiches in his hand, all swollen and goopy...ick). Poor Derek feels fine today, slept great. James is glad to be home and is doing really well (he had four abdominal hernias removed on Friday and because of his history they kept him for a few days.) Just one of those days that you have to laugh at and hope don't come around too often. :)