Woops!

A few Fridays ago, we got home after a long day of work for both of us. I have to say I was looking forward to dinner, the couch and a good movie! Silly me for thinking we could have a relaxing evening, because our beloved pooch Jack decided he had just about enough of the children getting all of the attention.

As we sat down for dinner-a bourbon roasted rotisserie chicken which I slaved over (or rather, drooled over while perusing the "prepared foods" aisle at Stop & Shop) we heard a yelp in the other room. We looked over to see Jacky, unwilling to take another step and looking mighty uncomfortable.

Instantly my mind went to the chewed-up tube of Lansinoh (nipple cream) I found greeting me at the bottom of the stairs that morning. "Great", I thought to myself. "The plastic has cut his intestines and he's going to die". Ok, so maybe I tend to have a slight flair for the dramatic, but nonetheless, anyone who has a pet knows the instant pain you feel when they're sick or injured. They don't call 'em man's best friend for nothing people!

Before I could get a fork in my mouth, Ben was packing Jack into the Jeep and headed to the animal hospital. After shoveling down some food, I turned on the TV to captivate Carter while I nursed the twins who were now screaming their little baby heads off. I had no choice but to whip out the boppy and nurse them at the same time.

Next thing I knew, Mr. Potty Training (who might I add is not gracious with the inopportune times in which he needs to pee or poo) jumped up and needed to go potty. He was wearing jeans. Translation: "You think I'm doing this myslef lady?"

In an effort to meet his needs and protect my couch and carpet from bodily fluids, I cut the boys loose and arranged them on the couch. In turn, they were livid that I had cut their mealtime short and proceeded in a chorus of screaming while I rushed Carter into the bathroom. I plopped him on the pot, then ran back to check on the boys. I managed to suppress the cries momentarily by shoving their binkies in their mouths.

I walked back towards the bathroom to check on C, and I have to admit I was feeling a bit cocky, as if I were Wonderwoman...Calm and collected. "I can do this!" I said to myself. It was then that I realized I was standing in my kitchen window at night. Facing my neighbors house. Topless.

Ok, so I'm still figuring things out. The night grew progressively more stressful, yet strangely satisfying. For some ungodly reason I decided to give tubbies to all three boys with no back up in the house. It went surprisingly better than my first experience. Baby steps! Oh, and you'll be glad to know that my four-legged son came home that very night, muscle relaxers and all. That's right, the dog threw his back out. Two months down and thankfully, we're still laughing.