so…here i sit in a sea of BLACK little spots…er, not LITTLE, exactly, but definitely black. Six to be exact. I hear some gross coughing and my washer is off-balance. No biggy, right? Well, I thought you might all enjoy reading about my yesterday…
7a – wake up (pretend to still be asleep so dog wont start wagging tail and jumping on bed)
715a (sorry, ":" key barely works) – start praying about WHEN to break it to kids that they have to get shots today at ped – gut is in knots, I have wimpy kids when it comes to anticipated pain
8-10a – feed, bathe, dress all dirty
animals er, kids
11a – leave for ped (still praying) and start conversation about…"remember what we learned at VBS…to be BRAVE when we’re afraid? blah blah blah blah AND IF YOU’RE BRAVE YOU’LL GET A WEBKINZ!!" NOTE – that is called incentive, NOT bribery.
1145a – teary eyed kids pray w/me in car before we go in (that was pretty awesome, actually) and then drag selves into ped office for torture we call HEP-A shots/checkups
1230p – leave w/NO shots (seems entire country is OUT of HEP-A, we’ll get to do this again in a month!) and walking pnemonia diagnosis for 8 yr old, and "there is A LOT of sand in her ears" for the 5 yr old. And, DR looking at me like "WHAT TYPE OF MOM HAS SANDY-EARED-PNEMONIA-KIDS coming in for well checkup during shot drought???
130p – pick up daddy (as he packs up for THIS ) to go to "meet the teacher". YES, I’m the mom who brings my kid to school SICK to infect all of your kids. I gave him the – "we’re only staying for a minute DONT TOUCH/COUGH/SNEEZE on anyone or anything!"
230p – come home to mess of ANXIETY DOG…he gets things when we leave him alone. This time, he got the water bottles, BOTTLE OF ALEVE, and toothbrush down from counter. Brent was packing for his trip and apparently left a box of that stuff on counter.
240p – kiss husband goodbye…get coughing, sandy-eared, starving kids in car w/dog to take him to vet to have gut pumped and charcoal consumed
3p – console crying/coughing kid that Duke will live (not sure at this point if I want him to!) and then offer to STILL buy said webkinz (what was I thinking?)
4-6p – lots of coughing and crying…eating pizza, cancelling bday parties and showers for today…and back to vet to pay $120 to retrieve dog that I might kill. Oh, and of course…WEBKINZ purchasing.
SO here we are to NOW – looking at 6 thrown-up charcoal piles, waiting on call back from carpet cleaner, trying to explain to kids why we cant go to bday party, needing to change laundry (bc someone who is 6 and will remain unnamed WET MOMMY’s BED LAST NITE…bc, admist the promises I said we could watch HSM2 again and have a sleepover togther!), and…blogging.
Give thanks in ALL circumstances right? Thank you Lord for my crazy life…and that soon I’ll get the GIFT of knowing if charcoal vommit can come out of carpet…