Is it because my sleep this week has been so erratic that it's now become habit? Is it because I have children that are light sleepers and I *love* seeing how many creaks I can make in the floor before they wake up? Is it because we have an extraordinarily crappy mattress? Is it because there just aren't enough hours in the day? (Maybe!) Or is it because it's the only time in a 24-hour period that I don't have anyone clamoring for a piece of me? Ding, ding, ding!!! We have a winner!
This has been a week from you-know-where. Last weekend Tom came down with crud in his chest and Monday morning woke up gasping for breath and making me think he was dying in general. I took him to the doctor that afternoon, because he insisted on waiting to see if he felt any better by lunchtime, where they ran a flu test (negative), a strep test (negative) and then sent him over to the hospital for x-rays to see if he had pneumonia (also negative). In the mean time, our wonderful elderly neighbor was at home with the kids (who had interrupted their Family Home Evening to come over). While Tom was finishing up I dashed back home to let the neighbor go and be there when the rest of the Primary presidency got to my house for our meeting! They stay with the kids while I go back and pick up Tom.
Tuesday he's still no better and I'm signed up to volunteer at the book fair going on at the twins' school. Wednesday he's worse so I take him back to the doctor while the Tank and the Bug are at Mom's Day Out. There they hook him up to saline, a breathing treatment and a shot of steroids. And oh, yeah he's been having some heart palpitations so they do an EKG on him. I get back from picking up the kids when he tells me that the EKG was abnormal and the hospital was sending an ambulance over to pick him up right away! I scramble to get the kids taken care of, dropping the younger two off at a friends' house and arranging for Tweedledum and Tweedledee to ride the bus home with a friend. Thinking my husband is dying and envisioning what my future beholds as a widowed mother of four young children, I get back over to the hospital where my MIL meets me in the waiting room and tells me it was a false alarm!!! Yeah, no one at the doctor's office thought that administering an EKG after a nebulizer and steroids would have any effect. Finally, someone prescribes him an antibiotic for his BRONCHITIS! So, after MIL thanked Tom for the afternoon off I take Tom home and then begin picking up the kids and realize that oh, yeah! we have soccer practice in 45 minutes. Would other moms have blown off soccer?
Thursday I'm in recovery mode running more trips to the store for clam chowder ("the good kind!") and what?! our bank account is overdrawn?! Get that taken care of and am grateful for once that we have a credit card *for emergencies* so I'm able to go to the store. Tweedledum and Tweedledee tell me when they are home from school that I have misread ALL of the notes sent home from the school and the Easter Egg Hunt is Tomorrow, not next week when we won't be here so now I have to go to the store, again, and get 12 eggs and something that's not candy to put in them. The dollar store in out of eggs but has good fillers so I get those and head over to WallyWorld to get the eggs and run into tons of people, get in the sloooooowest express lane which has given me time to realize I still haven't submitted my homework for the week so now I have that to look forward to when I get back instead of my bed.
Today I'm still in recovery mode because lo and behold, I'm PMS-ing! But I did get the girls' Easter dresses finished and have made way in the novel I'm reading.
Am I complaining? Heck yeah! Do I feel bad about it? Heck no! I don't think I complain about everything that's on my plate very often. BTW, we got Buster back last week and betwixt everything else I've been chasing him down because there are two dogs across the street that he thinks are his best friends and while writing this post I was interrupted by a child with a sore throat in need of medicine.
Can I go back to bed now?
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You poor thing! I only have two kids to worry about and I have those days/weeks, so I don't even want to imagine what it's like with four. And, yes, it's ok to complain once in a while. I think you've earned it this week. I hope that next week is better for you!
Josh told me to lock the kids in the basement and go back to sleep? Do you have a basement? It might work!!
Oh, Megan, I'm so sorry about how your week has gone! At least Tom's bronchitis is under control now. How scary! You need a retreat now-- at the very least a pedicure.
You write the best blog!
You remind me that even a horrible day (or 'week' in your case) can be something you can look at with humor. I'm still looking for the humor in my week spent with a daughter with head lice, but I'm sure that day will come soon, too.
Or maybe not...
Well, at least we can commiserate together.
I'm so thankful that the kids have spring break this week and we are going out to visit family in Harper's Ferry. I think that's the closest I get to a retreat right now! I get the kids' cousins to play with them and someone to share the cooking with.
I see you joined SITS...awesome! I feel your pain about the week from ****! What a scare about your husband. That's so insane! You so deserve a vacation. I'm thinking of taking one soon? Wanna come with? (If only in our dreams, right?)
I love your blog header! Its stunning!
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