6:00 p.m. Arrive home with kiddos after happily uneventful Target run.
6:30 p.m. Start making delicious dinner while Leah unhappily slides backwards around the kitchen, Craig finishes mowing the lawn, and Devan busily interrupts both us simultaneously.
7:00 p.m. Leah in bed, noise level decreases ten-fold. Continue making delicious dinner, hoping to thwart Murphy’s Law for the first time ever.
7:30 p.m. Serve delicious dinner to family. Pleased with self.
7:35 p.m. After two bites of delicious dinner, face breaks out in a bright red, hot, itchy rash that feels like fire.
7:40 p.m. Attack rash from three angles- lotion, antihistamine, and ice pack. Use as an excuse to lie down.
7:50 p.m. Joined on floor by Devan, who brings along his bed time stories, a pillow, and a blanket.
8:00 p.m. Stories finished, blissful cuddling commences. Night is improving. Dreaming of going to bed at 8:30.
8:10 p.m. Devan: “My nose is bleeding!!! My nose is bleeding!!!” Yep, it’s a gusher.
8:11 p.m. Craig does the calming and nose pinching, I gather supplies.
8:20p.m. Nose still bleeding.
8:50 p.m. Nose still bleeding.
9:20 p.m. Nose still bleeding.
9:50 p.m. See above. Time for customary late night call to Dad for advice.
10:15 p.m. Nose still bleeding.
Edited to add:
11:30 p.m. Devan in bed
11:32 p.m. Leah wakes up screaming bloody murder
1:35 a.m. Exhausted parents finally get some sleep.
Yep, definitely one of those nights.
Murphy’s Law, you win. I quit. Tacos it is then, from here on out.