What was I thinking?

So, for the hoards of you that flock to this blog daily, you will know that I've had a really long week. We came home from the hospital on Tuesday around 11:30. I disinfected our stuff, Ryan and myself and while I was holding him, he began shivering. I just knew he was getting fever (actually, I sensed it while we were still at the hospital but I didn’t say anything because I wanted them to let us go and I figured they wouldn’t if he was sick. Am I horrible? Maybe don’t answer that.). Anywho. He went down for his nap and subsequently woke up from it with a 102.9 underarm fever. Fantastic.
I think since he and I have spent so much time together (frankly, more one-on-one time than he’s ever had with me in his life) I think he’s gotten used to it (and likes it). So, the clinginess is at an all time high. I love the sweet cuddles, but it’s to the point that he only wants me to do anything for him (ie, read a book, go to the potty, put him in his chair etc). Honestly, I’m tired. The worst part is that Anna-Kate was really missing me while I was gone and I believe is fighting something off herself thus making her a bit clingy as well. Well hell knows no such fury as a little clingy, sick boy who is jealous of another child in his Mommy’s lap (and, by the way, good luck Ryan, you have BIG changes a comin’ your way boy!). Anyway. (Another p.s., he looked at Anna-Kate, tried to push her out of my lap and said, “My mama!”) Thankfully, his fever has finally broken, so I’m hoping his moodiness will diminish and life can return to a semblance of normal. (Also praying Anna-Kate doesn’t get whatever he had. She was grumpy today, but not sick…)
So, back to the title of this post. What was I thinking when I decided to continue the potty training? To be honest, he’s doing really well with it. It’s just tiring and I’m not getting much done (READ: nothing at all. I get 5 seconds into a sewing project, cleaning the toilet, taking a shower etc…). It really did work out since he had to be out of school this whole week anyway as he was sick (better 1 week out than 2, but still…). From wake up until dinner time he had only 3 accidents today (and they were all minor not wetting anything but his underwear. And, he cries every time he has an accident and says, “UCKY!!!”)). I was really proud of him. (Though, to be fair, he had 3 accidents between dinner and bed. But, I was at the grocery store for 2 of them…just sayin’). He can make it to school and back for carpool and totally “gets” the sensation etc, but we are actually venturing out of the house for a birthday party tomorrow, so we’ll see how he does in the “real world” of Chick-fil-a.  Wish us luck.
My house is a disaster. Please don’t come look at it. My downstairs bathroom looks like a toddler has set up permanent residence there (only slightly true). I can’t remember looking forward to a weekend this much in a long time. Thankfully, I have big plans this Saturday. While Chris takes the kids to another birthday party, I am meeting a friend to scrapbook. It’s the kick-off to my Second Olympics scrapbook palooza. Last summer Olympics, I did 1 ½ years in my scrapbook. I set up a card table and left it up the whole 3 weekends/2 weeks in between and worked on it as I had time the whole time (and caught a lot of reeeeeeally random sports at 3 am). Who knows how much I will get done this time?