Pack of Three's

I'm exhausted.....yet quite relaxed and satisfied sitting here, believeing...BELIEVING...that nothing else can possibly go wrong today. I've had my "pack of three's".

No. 2's bring us to No.1.
Snuggle Bug is still in "feeling sorry for myself" mode, which he rightfully should be. (see Red Alert) After having spent most of yesterday desperately trying to hold in any #2's for risk of injuring his little tush, today he just couldn't hold it in any longer and produced all of yesterday and today's natural deposits or should I say withdrawals, no, they were pretty much evicted with vengeance, all five nappy fulls.

Result: Snuggle Bug spent a better part of the day in salt baths and antiseptic ointment. Mom spent a better part of the day administering it all.

No. 2
Just when you think that with three kids you've surely seen and been through it all, Madam Fluff appears to have the horror of all horrors and the not-ever-mentioned-you-didn't hear-it from-me....Nits......thank goodness it doesn't appear to be full blown head lice but as a precautionary measure we all packed into the car off to the pharmacy for THE shampoo *ahem* with free comb, like that's gonna make you feel sooo much better!!

Result: Madam Fluff had a 20 minute mid afternoon bath, with Mother applying just a little more than suggested of the product and combing and combing and combing...with the free comb of course.

Result of the result: The boys (one little one in particular, to protect the innocent, no names will be mentioned) proceeded to transport EVERY single container filled with toys and dumped them, tossed them, every single one of them on the lounge floor. (Kept sane by reminding myself that at least he is only playing with toys, which keeps any other harmful potential, hopefully, at bay.)

No. 3
In an attempt to rescue Snuggle Bug (who of course did not believe he needed rescuing), balancing tight rope style along a hip high wall and from making another hole in his little body, this time in his head. We reach whammy No.3. As I grabbed little bug from the wall, Kade lets out a blood curling scream, that I am sure awoke one or two dead folk at the cemetery 2 km's down the road. What? what? what happened?.....he stood on a bee and the stinging sack of poison evidence was still lodged between two of his digits. A few minutes later, having convinced the hysterical (don't know where he gets it from) child to let me actually look at his foot, we remove the poison sack left behind by the dizzy, dying but still buzzing bee spinning around on the paving. Thankfully he doesn't appear to have any allergies as a few hours later when asked how his foot was, he couldn't remember which foot it was.

I have my pack of three children, who managed to provide me with my pack of three "challenges" for the day, so you see I am tired, yet perfectly relaxed, BELIEVING that nothing else can go wrong today.

Result: An early night.