A New Day!

I'm so thankful the Lord's mercies are new every morning!  Yesterday morning was almost enough to put me over the edge.  It all started on Wednesday night when Carter got a fever.   Let me just say that this chick doesn't mess around when it comes to her fevers.  We wanted to be close to her if she needed us, so we made a little pallet for her beside our bed.........on the side closest to the toilet.  Just in case.  Praise the Lord, she slept well that night.  Fast forward to the morning.  4:45 to be exact.  That's when Les' alarm goes off (because he is THAT disciplined to get up and work out every morning).  Take a wild guess who else wakes up then??  You got it.  Our little munchkin.  Les turns it off quickly, gets ready, and I am trying to go back to sleep but can't stop thinking whether or not Carter is awake or not.  All of a sudden, I hear Les whisper to her, "go back to sleep".  Well, there's my answer.  So he leaves, it's still black outside, so I'm hoping she will notice that too and go back to sleep.  I don't know how much longer it was before I heard her whispering something about the Wizard of Oz.  OH MY STARS.....is this really happening?  I think I was in and out until about 6:45 when she says, "Mama, is it 7:00 yet?"  She knows we stay in bed until 7:00.  I told her that it was most definitely NOT 7:00 yet, but she could come up in the bed with me if she wanted to.  She then proceeded to tell me, "Well, I don't want to get the sheets wet."  What??  She said her blankets were wet because her tinks leaked out of her pull up.  I didn't know whether to be annoyed because I have to do more laundry, or excited that her fever didn't make her too dehydrated.  Well, there goes my 15 minutes of extra rest.  I am up, throwing blankets around, trying to find where her pull up leaked.  I still don't have any idea where she thought the blanket was wet.  So, now we're up and ready to eat breakfast.  Carter says that she would like pancakes for breakfast, and that sounds so good to me.  I have to move the butter from the place on the stove where my skillet was going to go.  The knife was still in the butter package and as I was moving it from one counter to the other, the knife fell off (thank you Jesus that it didn't land on our feet), but the next thing I know, I am cleaning butter off the floor.

  Then I noticed that we left coffee in our coffee pot all night, so I poured it out in the sink and opened the little door that you pour the grinds (is that what you call ground up coffee beans?) in.  I took the liner with the ground up coffee beans out, went to throw it away, and also managed to spill those!!  AAHHH!!

  At that time, Carter was scooching a chair over to the counter to "help me" make the pancakes.  Finally, we start making the pancakes, I go over to spray the skillet with Pam when I heard her mumble something and then scream......I turned around  as she was scrambling off the chair and there on her chair was the king of all roaches!!!!!!!!  My sweet little Carter had just experienced a roach crawling on her foot!!!!  I felt sooooooooooo bad for her.  I hurried to get a shoe, and when I came back in the kitchen, Carter was still hysterical, and the roach was now on the floor crawling toward us.  Lord, help us!  That thing didn't even know what hit him.  I smashed that thing till it was pretty much just guts.  Then when it was nice and dead, I said to it, "Don't you ever crawl on my Carter again!!!"  If it were alive, it would've said, "lady, I won't even come in the same country as her." 

Is it finally time to put the pancakes on the skillet??  I sure hoped so because I was starving, and pregnancy hunger is violent.  I gave Carter her pancakes, and was making mine with blueberries in them.  Yum!  I soon found out that putting blueberries in there must make it harder to cook them because one of my pancakes WAS NOT DONE IN THE MIDDLE!!  I usually don't mind that, but that's gross when it comes to pancakes.  Needless to say, as soon as mine were ready to eat, Micah wakes up......

I go get Micah, get him some pancakes, finally eat my half done pancakes, and hope the day gets better than it has started..............

I thought too early.  I was putting some dishes away, and Micah had been messing around in his chair.  I turned around just to see him do Superman off of his chair onto the hard floor.  SERIOUSLY!!!  I look at the clock, and it was 7:45.........

Somebody, please hit me with a skillet.