Woke up this morning feeling absolutely awful again. I called my mother and told her I was going to sleep some more and see if that helped and then I’d take Dad to a later mass. So the guys were angels and got their own breakfasts….Owen came in and checked on me periodically, gave me his bear for comfort and I slept. I woke up about 10:00 (yikes) because Owen was wailing….he’d cut his foot. As I put a bandaid on and kissed it I thought perhaps it was too late to manage mass this morning. Ha. The phone rings and it’s my mother telling me that my father is walking out the door to go to church. He told her he could walk perfectly well, he’d walked there last week and that he knew where he was going—he’s going to St. Pat’s." Damn. I told her to get him back in and I’d be over to take him to 12:00 mass. In the meantime Owen tells me that his ear his hurting. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "it’s probably an ear infection." Yup. I got some tylenol into him and told him we’d go to the doctor after church. So got the boys dressed, got myself somewhat together (I am so over make up) and we make it over to my parents house. My father was still sitting in the living room waiting for me where he’d been since 10:00. Evidently he at first wanted to wait on the porch but my mother convinced him to come inside. I said "let’s go Dad" and he said, "where?" GRRRRR "to church Dad." "What church?" GRRRRR. We trotted off to church which I gotta say was ENDLESS today. He may have been just confused but I think he was pissed at me…no warm fuzzies today. Oh well. I do the best I can. I brought him back home and told the guys I was going to run and do Grandma and Grandpa’s shopping. They decided they wanted to come so I said sure. Big. Mistake. As soon as we got there Owen started whining and crying about his ear. I decided to abort the mission and so threw just the necessities in the cart: milk, juice, hearing aid batteries and wine. I found myself saying to Owen "you’ll feel better after you get to the doctor honey" in a louder than necessary voice….somehow hoping people wouldn’t think my child was normally this whiny. Stupid I know but one of those things you find yourself doing. Deposited the emergency groceries and Leo back at my parents’ house and took off for Convenient Care. Owen pegged it of course…it is indeed an ear infection. The doctor thought he might also have allergies. Great. Waited forever for the prescriptions then trundled back to Urbana to get Leo. Then we sped home because poor Owen was crying in pain and I needed to get home to that magic purple tylenol FAST. So now it’s 4:30, the tylenol has kicked in and Owen is almost perky and I’m frigging exhausted even though I did sleep til 10:00 a.m. Fortunately I just got a Trader Joe’s care package from my friends Gisele and Kathleen (Indiana) Jones so I just may open up one of those bottles of wine. Ahhhhh, the kindness of friends…..always there when you need it….
Trader Joe’s! That will pick you up….
Trader Joe’s! That will pick you up….
Oh my… You need a trip to a tropical island. I don’t know how you keep your sense of humor.
Oh my… You need a trip to a tropical island. I don’t know how you keep your sense of humor.
This is probably not the right time, but I still call dibs on the wine…
This is probably not the right time, but I still call dibs on the wine…
Well we made it to mass in fairly good shape, but my daughter had a melt down like two seconds in. We went to the back with the other delinquents and she was promptly tackled by a little 15 month old (he tripped it wasn’t on purpose) luckily the kid’s made of rubber. With pregnancy hormones and the freak show that gestation is I was beginning to think we’d never make it out of there.
Well we made it to mass in fairly good shape, but my daughter had a melt down like two seconds in. We went to the back with the other delinquents and she was promptly tackled by a little 15 month old (he tripped it wasn’t on purpose) luckily the kid’s made of rubber. With pregnancy hormones and the freak show that gestation is I was beginning to think we’d never make it out of there.