Excerpt from an email to my sisters: An Unusual Week

Hi gals! So I just had A WEEK. Yes I know it's not over yet, and I may have some good thrilling stories to add to my list below, but for now, I'll just sum it up because sometimes a girl's just gotta vent... and laugh... or cry?

Monday: AM - woke up to discover that my right contact never made it into my contact case. Found it dry and crackly on the floor later. Did resuscitate it, but was visually lopsided for a few hours. Should have known right there that that was setting me up for a week of overall insanity.

Went out to the garage to drive Spencer's preschool carpool (5 kids) and realized, oh, my car's not in the garage! Oh yeah, it's at the church, because Gary didn't see we left it there for him to drive home after his meeting and walked home like we did. I hop on my bike and pedal like the wicked witch of the west to get to the church, retrieve said car, then drive the 5 3 year-olds to preschool. We made it on time, but only just.

Sophie forgot to put on a pullup and wet the bed. Cue laundry.

Tuesday: Spencer wakes up with a low fever. I still pile him in the car and we do errands in Idaho Falls. Only the Shopko lady forgot to put my freakin expensive ink toners in my basket after I paid for them, so I left without them. No worries, it's only a 30 minute drive back for it! At 5 PM Spencer is suddenly a full-blown croupy mess, but I still had to send him to the neighbors while I taught achievement days (my new calling) and took Maggie to dance. Raced home, fed the herds, jumped in the car to pick Maggie up at dance and tried to race back to teach an etiquette dinner at the church, only to find that my car tire was flat. Took a nice detour to the gas station up the street and we limped home on borrowed air. I love tire problems. Really.

Wednesday early AM: 2 AM Maggie wakes up in a puddle after downing 32 oz. of Gatorade after dance. All over the nice clean sheets. Shuffle on new jammies for both her and Sophie, rinse them down, make them another bed, and cue laundry again. Spencer not doing well.

Spence wakes up at 3 almost unable to breathe, begging for medicine. Luckily my foresighted and beloved neighbor smelled drama and had lent me her nebulizer the night before when she heard Spence wheezing, so we gave him a treatment and a blessing. I was primed and ready to race to the emergency room, but his breathing calmed down enough to go back to sleep so I spent the rest of the night dozing at his side to make sure he was still breathing. Yes, it was one of those nights.

Still Wedneday AM: I was supposed to drive Spencer's carpool again but totally forgot about it in stressing about who could stay with him while I drove the other kids, then counting down the minutes until I could take him to his doctor's appointment because he was so deathly ill. Plus I was a little hung over for the Benadryl I had given myself for my insane allergies right now, so Mindy's Head was not completely on, so to speak. Spencer throws up all over me, his pajamas, his blanket and his bean bag. I try to clean it all up while trying to keep Bella from eating the throw up. GROSS! One of the other four parents finally called asking if I needed help with driving the kids, and I melted down into tears of humiliation when I looked at the clock and it was already after 10. Totally mortified. Then I still had to get Sophie to school because the stupid district doesn't bus the kindergartners any more, then the minute she was off I raced to the Community care where Spence got a steroid breathing treatment, a chest x-ray, two shots and a prescription for antibiotics and albuterol because he had croup AND pneumonia. fun fun! Neighbor brings me chocolate cake because she called about something else and I started bawling on the phone. bless her! PM: am a half hour late for Maggie's horseback riding lessons because I didn't write down the right time. It's too dark for her to ride longer than 20 minutes. Enter sleep deprivation-induced guilt spiral about being a horrible, irresponsible person. Sleep with Spence again right by my bed, listening to his every ragged breath.

Thursday: Sophie wakes up with a fever this time. Seriously? Repeat Wednesday but add teaching clogging classes and frantically calling around about car tires to the mix. Can't leave the kids with anyone to go to the grocery store so are completely out of milk, eggs, oranges and bread - our staples. I do have old rice leftovers and instant oatmeal though, and nobody feels well enough to eat much anyway, so hey, no problem! That's what food storage is for.

PM I do get to exercise and shower after kids are in bed, so there's a bright spot.

So Friday and Saturday have yet to come but I'm hoping for calmer weather. Spencer's doing better and Sophie has yet to develop the pneumonia part of the illness, so we'll see. Sorry for the whiny ramble, but really, after a week of random craziness like this I just had to get some of it out! blah!