Can I Have a Do-over?

Jon is in Pennsylvania this week, so I've been flying solo.  Last night I undercooked, and then burnt a cake for today's meeting (M.O.M.S.) at church.  I woke up with a splitting headache, and decided that it just wasn't meant to be.  Nathan had a fussy morning, so I didn't get a shower.  Since I wasn't going anywhere, that was fine.  But I like that soothing alone time, you know?

I fed Nathan rice cereal - this is day three of that.  He didn't like it very much, (of course this transition would be difficult - what did I expect.)  After I changed his clothes, he pooped in the new ones, and we changed him again.

He was still fussy, so I pulled out a toy that we hadn't used before.  It's a mat that is along the lines of a water bed.  There are spongy toys inside that move when you squish the water.  I filled it up in the sink upstairs, putting the hole right up against the spicket.  I thought I heard dripping.  I looked under the sink a couple of times, but didn't see any water.  I put the mat on the floor in his room, and ran to grab the camera downstairs.  To my dismay, the ceiling in the kitchen was leaking - onto my clean clothes still in a basket!  Nathan was not impressed by the toy, and was crying loudly upstairs, while I threw towels on the floor.

I scrambled to think of what to do.  Upstairs again, I saw that the water was not continuing to flow, but there was wetness underneath the sink.  I tried the faucet without the toy hooked to the faucet, and I did not hear the dripping sound, nor see anything. I called Jon, someone from church, and he called a plumber.  He said that type of faucet can't handle the extra pressure, but he didn't think pipes in the wall were in danger.  Okay - phew.  Meanwhile, Nathan had been screaming into the phone for whomever I'm talking to to hear, and my headache is still pounding.

He cried all afternoon, except when I took him shopping and he fell asleep.  He was happy chewing up the mail, but that was short-lived.  He cried while I watched him squirm in the high chair (he DID NOT want any cereal) and ate my dinner.  He grimaced when he peed on his face while I was chaning the PJ's he had just pooped in.  I decided that it would be a bath night, and only sighed when he peed on the clean towel while I filled the tub.

He's happier now, and playing with the water mat, trying to figure out how to pull out the plug.  Soon - hopefully - he will go to sleep.

Jon said to me today, "Isn't this week just flying by?"

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