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Can I have a do over?!

5:30am  : I wake up to the sound of my daughter coughing.  A. Lot.  To the point where she is barely breathing in between.  I picked her up, gave her a cup of water, and sat her next to the husband while I took care of my morning stuff.
I hear her choke and M say, "Aw!  Baby... you take after daddy!"
She had spit up mucus all over her jammies.  Luckily, I got there in time to catch the second go round with a towel.
I like to think that I'm fairly low key when it comes to parenting... but there is still that part of my head that jumps to the worst case scenario when it comes to my kiddos.  This time I was frantically thinking back to make sure she is up to date with her Whooping cough vaccinations.
M then told me that the same thing happens to him whenever he gets a stuffy head.... and had since he was a small one.
I relaxed and started to get JP ready for preschool.  He requested cereal, a switch from our pancake kick the last few days. (Microwave pancakes = best thing ever!!!)
After picking at his dry cereal for a few minutes, he asks for milk... another first.
I call the doc to see if they want to see my teeny Z just to make sure she's experiencing postnasal drip, and walk thru a puddle of cereal and milk from where JP was trying to be helpful and take his bowl over, but tripped and spilled it everywhere.
So... here I am, phone on my ear, 2.5 weeks post surgery, on my hands and knees, cleaning up milk and cereal off the kitchen floor.
JP gets picked up for school, then Z  and I head to her ped office... about 35 minutes away.
Z gets checked out (her lungs are completely clear) and falls asleep on our way home.
JP gets dropped off after school with lunch in hand.  After arguing for 10 minutes why I should open his apples for him, he starts screaming at me that he can't do it (After I showed him several times how and explained while he was trying). He then turns his attention to his barbecue sauce packet for his nuggets, and gets it open all by himself.
He takes his plate to the sink while I'm getting Z up from her nap.  As I am carrying her thru the kitchen to get her lunch rolling, I WALK THRU BARBECUE SAUCE!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

I might need more coffee... and to knit a few rows.
  

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