I am happy to report that at the end of 3 1/2 days together, the only carnage in the Arch household was that of the zombies. I'm sure Miss Nut will be extremely thankful to go home tonight... until she finds out she has to come back Thursday and Friday this week when my sister watches the lil Brodster. Sorry Nutters.
I like how the 9 and 90 lb dogs seem to think they both fit in the same bed. Um Zora, your bed is on the right.
I pray that I never have to administer shots to my children or pets. I had to give Peanut her insulin twice a day and totally pitted out every time. I was also convinced that between Brody, Zora and Peanut's schedule medley of food, bathroom breaks, shots, eye drops, pills, snacks and insulin... something was getting F'ed up. But alas, I rule. We all survived.
I can't wait to go back to getting the bathroom alone. Wait, who am I kidding? That hasn't happened since Zora was adopted. However, it was pretty funny to see Peanut and Zora getting along... in the bathroom... while I showered.
In other news... stiiiillllll lookin' for a daycare. I told Brody's last daycare lady we were completely done with her on Friday. I can't have a daycare provider calling me to come get him every time he has a baby-like symptom. Oh you know, like crying and spitting up. I found a lady that lives in my neighborhood that I've already completely stalked online and may or may not end up doing a drive by on my way out tomorrow. She looks promising. Fingers crossed everyone. Thank God grandma, grandpa and Ash have the rest of the week covered.