Tuesday, July 17, 2007
The day started at the crack of dawn with one of the babies crying. I waited, listening for awhile and when the baby quieted down I got up and decided since I was awake, I'd go ahead and workout. As soon as I put my feet on the floor, the baby was up again and so was Caleb. Now I'm pretty certain, if I'd rolled over and gone back to sleep, they all would have slept until 9:00am. But I didn't and neither did they. So I gave Mark the baby and plopped Caleb on the couch with a silkie and a bottle and went ahead with my workout, because afterall, I don't get up at the "crack of stupid" just to start my day with the kids even earlier. So the workout went fine and I only thought I was going to die somewhere toward the end of the video instead of at the begining. Mark did a great job wrestling the babies for me til I finished my exercise and even while I had a shower.
Now I don't always get up early and exercise and have a shower all before 8:00am. No, I had a reason. See, Justus has an ear infection and is currently on a nebulizer. Again. I'm pretty sure he's going to be our little asthmatic. Now all I need is a kid with a nut allergy and I'll be an official walking EMT, with Glucagon, Inhaler and Epi Pen. But I didn't say that, really. Because now that I did, I'm pretty sure God will give it to me. Because He's like that with stuff I say, always giving me exactly what I ask for or even suggest for that matter. But back to my point, we've all been sick. Not just Justus, but he was the first. Then Hunter and I came down with a cough. And then everyone started having fevers and colds and coughs. Anyway, last night Jericho started tugging on his ears and acting miserable and Justus came down with a rash and I went ahead and made them both doctor appointments. So that's why I was up and at 'em so early.
But this morning Justus's rash wasn't so bad so I decided I'd only take Jericho. But Hunter, who has had a cough for awhile now, really wanted to go and see the doctor too, about his cough. I've been poo-pooing him for several days now because he seemed to be getting better. There were a few days when his blood sugar was high and immovable and his cough was pretty nasty, but his blood sugar was down and his cough not-so-bad, so I sort of thought taking him to the doctor seemed silly. But since Justus didn't need the doctor I figured I'd let Hunter go. So we went to the doctor and sure enough Jericho has an ear infection and Hunter. . . pneumonia. Pneumonia!? And I sat there telling the doctor how Hunter has had a cough but wasn't really sick anymore but that he really wanted the doctor to check him and that I'm sure he was just fine. So much for mother's instinct. Mine sucks!
So I run home to get the prescription I got for the twins before our trip to Ohio and head to CVS to pick up the meds. And we wait and wait and wait, but they only have Jericho's amoxicillin not Hunter's. How long could it possibly take, I ask. Up to two hours, they say. Two hours?! For them to receive an email from the doctor's office? Which is just two blocks away? Ridiculous! And they call this modern technology? Just give me the darn piece of paper next time. So we head home because Hunter has a playdate, which I'm pretty sure is going to be cancelled because who in their right mind wants a kid with pneumonia over to their house to play with their kids? And Hunter is devastated because he's only been waiting all summer to have a playdate with his absolute best buddy ever.
And I totally don't blame Hunter, but because he has pneumonia that means that the girl that was going to come to my house and fix up my hair (which totally needs fixing up) isn't coming either because who in their right mind wants to bring their little boys over to a house that is as infested as my own? So no playdate. No new hairdo. And it's only 10:30 in the morning.
We do lunch early because what else is their to do? And I juggle sick, fussy baby after sick, fussy baby and struggle with Noah as he throws tantrum after tantrum after tantrum. And we read books, because I'm supposed to be reading to the kids twenty minutes every day. But we read more like, two hours once a week. And the boys want to get their free lunch at Subway. . . okay, I want them to get their free lunch at Subway and we have to read certain books to get it and we're so close I figured we might as well get it done. After books Caleb wakes up--okay really he was awake for like an hour while we finished reading but you know what I mean--and I feed him cottage cheese and peaches for lunch. He gobbles it up and asks for more and then decides he doesn't really want seconds and throws the entire bowl on the floor. And while I'm on the floor mopping up the first mess, Caleb decides to throw my bowl of cottage cheese and peaches on the floor, just barely missing my head. Hunter wants "game time" but he's got all these math packets and book reports and reading assignments he has to do over the summer, so I decide he's got to do at least one of the book reports before he can play. So he fills out the worksheet with one word sentences and I realize he's never written one before and it's going to require my assistance to get it done properly. The babies are awake and Caleb is climbing the walls and Denver is waiting, waiting, waiting for me to make zucchini bread with him and time is going by so s-l-o-w-l-y I can hardly stand it. So Hunter and I struggle through his book report while Caleb scribbles all over Hunter's summer reading log (and himself) and Noah screams at Zelda and Denver continues waiting, waiting, waiting and the twins are I-don't-know-where-doing-I-don't-know-what. Finally we finish the book report and I get the babies propped with bottles and Denver and Caleb and I tackle the shredded zucchini which has been in the fridge for days now, just waiting to be turned into bread. And Caleb keeps turning the mixer on high and splattering batter all over the place. And the twins are climbing up my legs, crying, begging to be held and I'm desperately, desperately trying to have some quality time with Denver but failing miserably. And Denver and Noah start fighting as I start the second batch of zucchini (who knew one little zucchini could make so much bread?) and Caleb is throwing bowls and measuring spoons on the floor, narrowly missing the twins' heads.
Finally I can't stand it anymore and send all of the kids outside (except for Hunter who is happily playing on the computer) to play. Denver and I rock the twins to sleep and Caleb climbs up on my lap, begging for a "ba-ba" and a cuddle. So I get up to put Justus on the hammock and while I'm up, Noah accidentally sprays Caleb, Denver and Jericho (who is asleep on Denver's lap) with the hose. So now Caleb is screaming, Denver is shouting at Noah and Jericho is crying. I calm Jericho down and get him sound on the hammock, run inside to fetch a "ba-ba" and everything seems to settle down for a moment. So I try and call Melanie to chat. . . for just a minute. . . to an adult. But she's not there. And neither is Mark. And neither is Kathy. So I ask Noah and Denver who are fighting for the millionth time that hour, if they want to play "Around the World" with me. And they do. So we get it all set up and start playing and I do really well. And so does Denver. But Noah doesn't. And he starts going crazy, throwing the ball over and over and over again like a lunatic and screaming and shouting and I'm trying really hard not to laugh but he's just so crazy like that, and then he hits me with the ball, right square on the forehead. And it's not so funny. So I have to wrestle him to time out and the twins wake up and Hunter joins in and there's more fighting and more crying and more baby juggling and I just want Mark to come home. And that's about when I twisted my ankle getting off the hammock with the twins and I've had my fill of the great outdoors. So I shoo the kids back inside for dinner. I throw some watermelon at the three babies and some leftovers in the microwave while I put together a salad and we eat and everything's just dandy when Mark walks through the door, except me. Me with my greasy, frazzled, not-just-cut-and-styled hair and a huge zit on my chin and my jelly belly and my stained t-shirt and sweat pants covered in baby barf and zucchini and who-knows-what-else? But I'm certain the babies are going to go to bed early and I'm going to blog and fold all my clean laundry and watch TV with Mark and eat ice cream. And everything is going to get better. But no. No! The kids don't go down until after 10:00pm. And I can't get my camera to work on the computer so I can't post my cute video of Caleb talking on the phone. And the laundry isn't getting folded and so of course, I have it all to do tomorrow. Tomorrow, while I try and pack for another mini car trip to Palmyra for the Hill Cumorah Pageant and a mini family reunion which I'm so totally dreading because I couldn't possibly look more frazzled and bloated than I do now. And there you have it folks! My longest day ever. I really should just go to bed. Really, there's no use making a long day even longer. And who knows how tomorrow is going to be. Hellish I'm sure. They always are. I guess it's a good thing I love my little family as much as I do. I don't think you could pay me enough otherwise.
posted by Shana # 10:07 PM 
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