Maybe my brain is frozen

It is about 5 degrees here. Without the windchill.

My day started off not so wonderful. Anytime I need to add something to my routine that is not normally there it screws me up.

Sean has been coughing for like a week now so I took him to the doctors yesterday. (Yes, I know this post was supposed to be about today. But there is a back story.) I left the house about 7 minutes later than I wanted to. But I had planned a 10 minute buffer so I was still good. But then, as I was pulling into the parking lot at the doctors office, I heard a gagging and then a splashing type sound. Um, never good. Puke. Sean. All over. Smelly. Yuck. Then Meghan started gagging. Uh oh.

Me: Meghan are you okay?
Meghan (with watery eyes): Yea, I okay.
Me: Sean threw up?
Meghan: (Gag) Yup.
Me: Still okay?
Meghan: I still okay.

Whew. Only one pukey child to clean. I had baby wipes and burp clothes. Cleaned Sean up the best I could and to the point where I was willing able to carry him and not get pukey myself. I was able to drag them into the office only 5 minutes late. And then we waited.

Meghan: Why we sitting here?
Me: We are waiting for them to call Sean's name. Did you hear his name?
Meghan: No.
....
Meghan (swinging her little purse up to her shoulder and walking back to the offices): Let's go see the doctor.
Me: Sorry, we need to wait.
Meghan: Okay.

Thirty minutes past our scheduled time we were called in. Ear infection. Prescription. Good. Let's go home.

With the puke incident happening at the arrival to the office I neglected to mention the state of the parking lot. It was a awful. The recent snow reduced the spots available. Plus, they used sand in the lot so at this point it was a big mud bath. No lines visible anywhere to determine where the spots were. People were parked anywhere and everywhere. So we waded through the mud back to the car. A woman was loading her child into the car next to mine so I could not do what I usually do which is open Sean's door and have Meghan walk across to her seat. So I went to the other side of the car and loaded Meghan in first. I was unable to buckle her in at that time because I was still holding another (getting heavier by the minute) child. So I walked back around and waited my turn. Loaded Sean in (trying to not have him sit directly in the puddle of vomit) and then looked up at Meghan. She was standing in the drivers seat. Muddy footprints all over the car. And my seat. Wonderful.

Anyway back to today. Since I had to wash car seat covers and baby winter gear yesterday (that all required air drying), I had to spend sometime this morning putting the car seat back together.

Loaded the kids in the car and headed for daycare.

Uh oh, did I put Sean's pink medicine back in the fridge? Called Ryan. He did not notice. Damn.

Headed back home after daycare drop off. Ran upstairs. Opened the fridge. Yes pink medicine. Ran downstairs.

Wait, did I close the fridge? Back upstairs. Yes. Back downstairs.

Oops. Left the door to the garage open. Where is the cat? Okay found cat upstairs. Back in the car.

Half way down my street. Did I close the garage door? Reverse back up my street. Yes.

Off to work.

So I'd like to blame the weather. Perhaps my brain froze somewhere along the way. It could happen.