Pressure

PMS isn’t fun. There are no two ways about it. You can say “deal with it” or “you should know what to expect, it comes every month” but it’s not that easy. Add in a 23 month old who is crying most of the morning. I mean world falling apart. And we have plans during naptime so that won’t be a reprieve. So I give her a snack and she goes down at 11am, seemingly ready for the taking.

She talks for a while in her bed while the boys and I are eating our pb&j and then starts crying. A lot. I’m thinking “what the beak? This is exactly what you need, a NAP!” So I go up to investigate. I stop dead in my tracks at her doorway. She has removed her diaper (for the 3,984 time in the past few weeks) and peed a huge wet spot on the floor in front of her crib. Her sheets are pee filled, her bed, the carpet. I just stood there and stared with a blank look on my face.

So no nap, and we head to friends to swim today. Mol is up down all around, wants in the pool, back out, a snack, in the pool, up the stairs, in the pool, eating sand… I’m all over the place – with my bathing suit on but not wanting to get in the pool. So I find a way to keep her entertained – the occasional dip in the pool while holding her by the arms and she’s good. But I’m getting tired. So we stop. She’s a bit upset but moves past it.

Fast forward to when we got home. I’m glad to have her contained and the boys outside playing with the hose. I start to clean up the house that wouldn’t you know was pretty clean yesterday. Mol is messing around on the couch, I’m on the phone with Dad and boom, she falls off the couch. Whaps her head, but it scared her more than anything.

She is crying constantly, I’m trying to calm her, she starts acting like, oh, she is, oh she did. PUKED on me and her baby doll and herself. Now had this not happened earlier this summer at the campground when we had an EMT check her, I would have been more nervous. But we were told what to be worried about with a concussion and so far she’s fine. Back to the puke. It’s chunks of cheeseburger from our quick PMS related snack we stopped for on our way home. I sit there wondering what to do – get her calmed down and head for the shower. Stick her in there where she keeps telling me she’s “awky” and go to turn on the shower? No water. Our water wouldn’t work.

So I strip her down to a diaper (which is ever so tempting to rip off for her) and ask Mikie to keep an eye on her while I go down the basement to get the water back. Jack is yelling from outside playing with the hose that the water stopped. I quickly trek down the creepy steps and over to the bladder or whatever it’s called (obviously this has happened before, I’m not that handy J and get the water pressure back up. Mikie is yelling to me at the top of those creepy stairs that “Molly is headed down!” Umm, NO MIKE! So back up I go, put the diaper still attached baby in the shower, clean up the cheeseburger chunks and get the washing machine going. Find her some spare clothes in the laundry room. Call Dad back to tell him we are alive and Molly is fine and my phone goes dead.

Two minutes later Jack is down here telling me he left his snow globe on his bed and I had just put all of his bedding in the washing machine with pukey clothes (mine included). WHAT? Fortunately, it wasn’t in there, that would have well, been the cake topper today…