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Friday, May 2, 2008

What a day!!

James woke at 6AM with a fever of 102. I gave him Tylenol and nursed him and by 7 he was his happy little self playing in the living room. He ate a good breakfast while I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, washed the dirty dishes in the sink, and started a load of laundry. We went upstairs just before 8 to wake Jemma and get her ready for school. Then, he ate cereal with Jemma. It was 8:45 when I finally had both kids dressed, fed and buckled into their carseats. I thought I was doing pretty good until Jemma said, "Mommy, you're silly." I replied, "Why am I silly?" She says, "Because you are still in your pajamas!" Oh my goodness, I almost left the house in my pjs... I wonder if I would have noticed before actually leaving the house?!? I had brushed my teeth and put in my earrings and started to get dressed when I realized that what I wanted to wear was actually downstairs in the dryer... I had just forgotten that last step...

I rushed inside to put on my clothes then took Jemma to school. Since James seemed like his "normal" self and had no fever, I took him to his first MyGym class. He had a great time. I had to leave 10 minutes early to rush home, and put him down for his nap. The sitter arrived at 10:15 and I left for my eye doctor's appointment. When I returned at 11, James was awake. He was sobbing and hot again. I gave him another dose of Tylenol and put him back to bed to finish out his nap. When he woke at 11:45, we cuddled and then I gave him lunch on the go as we took Kelly to get his car from the Exchange. (Merin was home at 10:15 when she got the call that Scout was being sent via airplane to CHOP at 11... it is a 45 minute drive to CHKD, so she had to pick Kelly up on her way so he could drive the car back home and say goodbye to Scout.)

We went straight from the Exchange to get Jemma from school. Then, we had a few moments of downtime to play at home before going to see Dr. Springer. It was beautiful today... the kind of day that you wish that you could just stay home and let the kids enjoy the sun and fresh air.

As we waited for the dr, we "played." James loves to give high fives. And he giggles so cutely when he gives you five and you catch his hand in yours. Jemma and James were giving each other ten up high then down low and were cracking each other up! Then I had Jemma lay on the table and asked James where body parts were... he loves going for the eye... I just have to stay alert so he doesn't poke out Jemma's eye because he is not delicate! (I had forgotten the diaper bag so I had no toys or books or snacks, so I had to be creative to amuse ourselves...I was just off Mommywise today.) James has a sinus infection. The dr gave us a prescription for antibiotics. As we are driving, Jemma says, "Mommy, you forgot to buckle me." I most certainly had... what was I thinking?!? I pulled into the nearest gas station and buckled her while pumping gas.

Jemma asked for a special treat since she was such a wonderful patient and big sister, so we went for ice cream after dropping James' prescription off. I know that a responsible parent would have gotten a healthy dinner, but I thought that this would be a rare and special treat. (We shared a banana milkshake... fruit and milk, right?!?)

We returned home and I gave both kids a bath and put them in their pjs. Then I buckled them into their carseats and we headed to pick up the prescription. As I pull into the pharmacy, I notice that the lane for pick-ups is blocked with an orange cone and there is a sign in the window... "Phone broken. Pick-up inside." So, I pull into the drop off lane. I nicely BEG the pharmacist to please give me the prescription... I don't understand why he can't just send the prescription through the tube. He says sorry. I drive away. I'm fuming... doesn't he understand what a chore it is to lug two kids into a store, especially when they are in their pjs and one is sick?!? I drive back around and ask for my prescription back. The lady sends it though the tube with no questions, no looks, no response at all. I took it to Eckerd, my new pharmacy. They have two lanes and you can drop off and pick up from either lane! And they had James' prescription filled in less than 30 minutes. (During that time I took the kids to McD for nuggets... I know that I was not winning any "healthy" points today. And I let them watch the Elmo DVD... there was no way we were getting out the car before returning home.)

When we arrived back home, James took his medicine and went straight to bed. He didn't get a nap this afternoon and with his short nap this morning, he was tired!

I read Jemma three library books, then she threw up all over herself, her bed and me. I had to give her another bath, clean her bed, change my clothes and make up her bed. She started crying, "I want my daddy." And all I could do was say, "I want your Daddy, too."

What a day... what a busy, tiring day... I'm ready for bed... but you know what?!? I love being a Mom. I love having my kids cuddle and kiss and laugh. And yes, I can honestly write this after being puked on less than an hour ago!

I miss my husband terribly. I could never do his job... it would be too hard for me to leave my children... I have a hard enough time leaving them with relatives/friends/sitters for a couple of hours... I admire and respect our men and women in uniform!

2 comments:

kathunter said...

Truth be told, after doing this mommy thing for only 6 weeks, I have so much respect for the mothers of the world and all they do in any given day. They truly do it all with very little recognition. I love being a mom and I hope that I can only do half as good of a job as you do. I hope the kids feel better soon!

I'm totally with you on the whole having a hard time leaving your children even for a few hours. Sometimes Troy will watch Greyson and I find myself rushing home once my errands are complete. I hope that at least you get to hear from Jim some while he is gone.

Rach said...

What a day. What a frantic, frazzled, crazy sort of day. I'm all about ice cream and Micky D's for dinner if that's what it takes. And, sometimes, that IS what it takes.

You have my undying admiration. I truly believe there is no harder job on earth than being a SAHM. Sure, there are perks and it's wonderful, but it sure is demanding and exhausting.

HUGS to you tonight! :o)