Peanut Butter and I met my Mom in the Dells Saturday night for dinner. It was a very nice time. PB was pure entertainment at most times. Nana brought her a princess coloring set that had 80 pictures to color and PB thought she had to color all 80 that night.
She wouldn't even eat ice cream because she was so intent on finishing up, alas she had to color a few the next morning. I was scheduled to work on Mother's Day, but Peanut Butter woke up crying at 12:30 am about wetting the bed. I felt her pants and said no you didn't, she insisted I look and there was a lovely pile of throw up on her bed. I changed her, J washed her hair which was nasty, and I cleaned up her bed. We then cuddled up for about and hour when she had to throw up again. After this happening every hour and having to change the sheets on our bed 3 times by 3:30 am, I called in and took the day. There was no way I'd have been functional for 8 hr after no sleep. Between 7-9am we actually got some real sleep in. I showered and cleaned PB up and took her to urgent care. She seemed cured the minute we walked in, and an hour and a half later the Dr though so too. After a quick afternoon, we went out for dinner and it was delish. PB ate so much bread before our meal came, she only ate 2 bites of her pizza.
After much debate, J is planning on coming to first shift. We lose someone having weekends off, and to keep child care down, we would have to be in opposite days off, but I think it will be a good change. Things, especially in the baseball months, are crazy here and with J never knowing what his hours are going to be day to day it sucks to plan anything. With the earliest of him being home at 6pm, he usually has to run out the door for baseball. First shift would at least give us some time in the afternoon. We will have to find someone to watch PB on occasional weekends, but The Boy will probably watch her most of those.