Last week James left for a conference in New Orleans for four very long days. I usually don't attempt to stay here on my own when he goes on trips, but I didn't have much of a choice this time. Traveling with both girls is a little hairy right now with Sarah Ellen not sleeping through the night, and Mom and Dad were not able to come down as they usually do because they were going to Montreat with their church. I survived on my own in September when he went to Chicago, but this trip was more daunting to me. Lily had been going through a rough stage (to say the least) for the past few weeks, and I couldn't imagine how I was going to handle her by myself, much less her and Sarah Ellen. Let's just say she was being VERY TWO.
Wednesday: Wednesday evening the girls and I went to WNL at church as usual and had a lot of help from our church family. I made an executive decision earlier in the day not to bathe the girls before bed, which made bedtime much more doable. They say God will only give you what you can handle. Well he must have known that I couldn't handle Lily in the throws of terrible twos. It was like someone turned a switch in her. She went from a screaming little monster to the sweetest two year old around. I could just eat her up now. This is a switch from last week when I was trying to decide if we were spankers. I survived the day.
Thursday: Donna and Snookie came over in the morning and I escaped for a little while to King Street. What a sweet escape. I meandered in and out of shops at my own pace with no one fussing at me, pulling on me, or telling me what to do. Pure bliss. I came home to two sleeping girls. I even stopped on the way home and picked up a juicy cheeseburger and big fat fries from Bessingers for lunch. This definitely is not on my weight watchers plan, but more than worth it. After naps, the girls and I went to Mommy and Me at the Park and had fun with our friends. While at the park, Lily began complaining that her "poopy hurt." (Disclaimer: I apologize for poopy details but my blog not only serves as a scrapbook but also as a reference for me to look back on later.) She had been saying this some earlier in the day as well. She has done this before when she was a little constipated so I just thought that was what was going on. Her discomfort continued to get worse as the evening went on and I just felt so bad for her. The Clums had us over for dinner which was a nice distraction for both of us. I survived
Friday: Lily woke up very uncomfortable and her little bottom looked irritated, so I decided to take her in to the doctor. About every 20 minutes, she would cry out that her poopy hurt. I felt just awful for her. Thank goodness Donna was able to come right over and keep Sarah Ellen while I took Lily. That would have been a miserable trip: a 2 hour doctors visit in the pouring rain with both girls. As it turns out Lily was impacted and had a strep infection on her bottom. Poor little girl. I'll wrap it by saying that the poop issues were solved by Saturday evening and the infection cleared up quickly. Friday night Aunt Nette and Paul came over to help with dinner and bedtime. This was the first night since James left that both girls got a bath. I survived
Saturday: Friday night didn't go so well. Sarah Ellen was up twice and Lily was also up a few times. I didn't get too much sleep which made for a very rough Saturday. Doncie came over for a little while in the morning and then Aunt Nette and Paul came to take Lily to a carnival at Paul's church. I was able to catch a little nap while she was gone. I think Saturday afternoon may have been one of the longest afternoons of my life. I probably checked the clock every 30 seconds. Caroline could here the desperation in my voice and brought me some chicken pot pie for dinner. Finally, at 7, James came home. I was in bed at 8:30. I survived - barely.