Oh, the guilt

It all started last Thursday when I left work early to take the twins to their checkup at the doctor. They were sleeping when I got to daycare to pick them up because she forgot about the appointment. They were less than thrilled to be woken up - to go to the doctor no less. I got Jonah out of the car first and put him on the floor of the van on Josh's side while I got Josh out of his seat. Well, Jonah toppled out and I tried to catch him with my leg (why I thought that would help, I have no idea) and I managed to hit his face up against the side of the van. He ended up with this awful looking skin burn/bruise right under his left eye. Needless to say, he screamed. Both boys cried throughout the visit at the doctor and wanted nothing to do with the doctor himself. Fast-forward to the next morning. Jonah woke me up at 6am screaming. I walked in and found Thursday night's dinner regurgitated all over his bed. His dinner had been scrambled eggs. You get the picture. After dicussing with Robert, we determined I would stay home with him. An hour later, he barfed again. Then I decided to feed Josh some breakfast. He ate his entire banana and proceeded to throw that up all over his highchair. So, both twins were apparently sick. Fast-forward to Saturday afternoon. We were invited to a cookout by our next door neighbor. He wanted a get-to-know your neighbors gathering. We just moved in in February and hadn't met very many of our neighbors. We barely walked across our driveway and Jonah ran right up to his charcoal grill. Despite the fact that at least 4 grown-ups screamed and tried to grab him, he was just too fast. He grabbed it and immediately let go. I grabbed him, ran him inside and ran cold water on his hands. He was laughing at the way the water felt. As soon as his hands were out from the water he started screaming bloody murder. I had to put him down because he was thrashing so much and then I had to corner him in his bedroom. I gave him a cold wet washcloth and put some aloe on his hands. It was sooo sad how hard he cried. So, any chance of a mother of the year award was lost this weekend. My poor little guy is a hot mess.