me vs. the universe. spoiler alert: i win.

The universe really did not want me to have a good weekend. I was so excited for this weekend because of all the Christmas-related events we had planned, but, uh, it did not start out great at all.

Friday night, a couple of hours after I’d put Andrew to bed, I heard him whimpering and crying quietly in his room. I went up to check on him, and he’d had a major accident...a major number two accident. He was in a pull-up, but...it didn’t exactly do a very good job of containing everything. I felt awful for him because he was terrified and he kept saying, “I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m so sorry.” It was a pretty traumatizing experience for both of us.

So needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep Friday night, because I was up bathing my child and doing laundry and then doing it again for good measure and then one more time with the bleach.

Saturday was great, though. We went to the “Breakfast with Santa” event at church. There was a full breakfast, a puppet show, a toy train, lots of crafts and games, a dress-up station, a “live nativity” with a donkey and two goats, and of course, Santa.

It was super crowded and the line for Santa was long and pre-teens dressed as elves were handing out candy left and right, so the boys could have easily become over-stimulated. But they were so, so good. They waited patiently to sit on Santa’s lap and told him what they wanted without fear (Santa to Andrew: “What do you want for Christmas?” Andrew: “Presents!” Santa: “What kind of presents?” Andrew: “Lots of ones!”; Santa to Will: “What do you want for Christmas?” Will: “I wanna COOKIES!”).

Saturday afternoon, we went to an open house event at the preschool, where Andrew won a Lightning McQueen bicycle, I signed up for a semi-extreme couponing session, and we all ate too many cookies. Then we watched the Christmas parade, and walked up to the town square to watch the tree lighting and have hot chocolate. It was an idyllic sort of December evening, and the perfect way to cap off a lovely day.

Until Andrew woke up at 1:30 AM and threw up all over the sheets I had just washed and washed again and bleached. I’m pretty sure it was puke due to extreme levels of cookie intake.

So needless to say, I didn’t get a lot of sleep on Saturday night, because I was up bathing my child and doing laundry and then doing it again for good measure and then one more time with the bleach.

Yesterday, I cleaned. Because after the horror of the previous two nights, NOTHING COULD BE CLEAN ENOUGH. We didn’t leave the house all day, and we did lots of cuddling.

So I guess my weekend should have been pretty awful, right? On the one hand, there were lots of disgusting bodily fluids, which I definitely could have done without, and not nearly enough sleep.

But on the other hand, we spent so much wonderful time together as a family, and had so much fun, and there was this:

So, yeah. My weekend was fantastic. And I mean that without an ounce of sarcasm.