Really, really long.*
Our day began with Remy taking a big ol' tumble down the stairs at 8:20 this morning. After trying my best to not panic at the sight of blood gushing out of his mouth, I quickly decided that a trip to the ER was definitely happening. In the midst of trying to calm down and assess Remy, throw a bra on myself and remember where the hell I put Remy's coat, Rosie decided to have the greatest of poop blowouts.
Blood and poop all before 9AM.
No worries though, Remy's fine. Save for the crooked, loose front tooth and sore nose. And he discovered just how much non-fun happens in emergency rooms.
This mom gig..never a dull moment. C'est la vie?
*Oh and then Rosie decided to start cutting another tooth this afternoon and then that guy
I'm married to brought home the plague. LOOOOONNNNG DAY.