Uncle.

It never rains but it pours.

Seth got out of a wheelchair (after more than three weeks) Thursday. Finley and Ford, who used it as a jungle gym, are the only ones who will miss it.

Friday Ashton, one of Seth's best friends, and his girlfriend and 5 year old arrived for game day Saturday. Game day with the whole fam was... exhausting.

And it culminated in Finley projectile vomiting Dorito chunks all over both Seth and the Nichols' truck.

To top off 3+ weeks of solo daycare pickup and dropoffs and kid-wrangling and chores, Sunday at 4am Seth left for three days in Oregon for Stan's Black & Gold Classic event. Both kids spiked fevers and puked in bed immediately after he left. I was almost relieved it hadn't been the Doritos.

I took Finley to work yesterday, since I didn't have enough notice to get a nanny and she was still super sick. Although not too sick to watch "Trolls" and take meetings.

Still- it was an incredibly long day, and I am currently checking my phone in meetings just waiting for daycare to call me to say somebody is sick today. UNCLE!!!!!

We're making it work, but it's not always pretty.

What it IS, is all-hands-on-deck

hilarious

heart-warming

 

occasionally death-defying

 madness.

 With a fair number of frozen pizza nights and light saber attacks thrown in for good measure.

"We wouldn't change a thing" may not be strictly accurate, but life is good. If a little crazy.