It has been a crazy, different day. We started with Rand nearly flooding the bathroom sink with bubbles and water (luckily it was just nearly flooded). Then the painters began.
Our house had been a light seagreen type color. Not our favorite, but also it was just getting worn and peeling in many places. With monsoons coming up later in the summer, we wanted to get the house repainted. They started at 8 am and realized after a little while that they would need more paint since we were switching to a white (Cream Delight to be specific). So I took all 3 kids to Lowe's and got another 5 gallon bucket...Rhianna was in charge of Seth in the stroller, with Rand assisting, and I got the paint on the big cart to make it easier to lift. Then home for Seth's nap and playing with the kids.
About an hour later and it is discovered the primer did not work on the back porch. The bare wood and stained wood are bleeding through the primer and paint making it look yellow. So I wake up Seth early from his nap, head back to Lowe's, get more paint, different primer, talk to them about the failed primer for a refund (they actually worked with us very well on that - no problems with refund - yeah) and head back home.
It is now just after 1 pm and we haven't had lunch yet. I had finished and went out of the kitchen for a minute. When I came back, Rand says, "My throat doesn't feel right." I first ask if he is choking, thinking maybe food is stuck. I can't remember if he said anything about his belly or just feeling weird, but luckily I turned his head onto his plate and he quickly threw up all the food he had just eaten. (Good news - That was it for the throw up, maybe it was the food leftovers, but the other funny part is our kids so rarely throw up they don't really know what is going on.)
Painters finish, Rand is watching a movie and relaxing, Rhianna is reading the Friend, and I am giving Seth a snack. I go to wash him off in the kitchen sink and see poo coming out of the top of the diaper. Then I realize it is coming out of his shorts, is all over my shirt...not good. So straight to the bath we go. Rhianna helped get the wipes and bags to dispose of the mess, Seth and I got washed off and changed....and the rest of the evening went pretty well. Of course Seth has also now learned to climb the bunk bed - not good - so plenty of time after dinner was spent in the futile attempt to teach him to tell Mom or Dad first that he wants to go up. And that was my day. Paint, Lowe's, bubbles, throw up, poop, and I am tired. Tomorrow should be normal.