Friday, December 14, 2007
She said, "Yep, you must be a mom."
I can't catch a break this morning. Well, at least for a moment. Isa has pink eye and had to be kept home from school (which, frankly, might be way too late, since I found out she's been cleaning the goop out of her eyes for the last couple of days before she got up, so I wouldn't see it and keep her home from school). Sammie spit up all over her clean self and clean bedding while I was in the kitchen dealing with the full bowl of milk and cereal that Ellie launched from the table during breakfast while she was doing a table dance (ohhh, she is so in trouble). I then realized that I have given birth to Peter from "While you were sleeping." Found out Ellie's been hiding Gabby's "lovey" so that she can be the one to "find" it when we all realize it's missing or after Gabby's been screaming for it while we all scramble around trying to find it. (Think squirrels). She also bears an uncanny resemblance (behaviorally) to "Prissy" of Gone with the Wind. Completely oblivious and in her own world. Hugely overestimates her abilities. Really struggling with her. Anyway, I finished the antibiotics for my throat infection about 10 days ago, but the symptoms have returned and I'm worried that something serious is wrong. I soo do not want to go back to the doctor. But it looks like that's where I'm headed. On a positive note, I finished a bunch of neighbor gifts this morning, so I can have the kids deliver them this afternoon. We have yet to buy our traditional ornaments this year. We went to go on monday, but ended up with a flat tire in the middle of no man's land. By the time we finished changing the tire to the itty-bitty spare, I was DONE, and so we went home. Anyway, when I called mom to tell her that I was having a "one thing after the other" kind of morning, she said "yep, you must be a mom." She's right. I am. Instead of office politics and the like, I deal with spilled milk and "blow-outs." But you know, I don't think I'd trade for anything. As hard as it is, as draining as it is. As close as I feel to the edge, this is my job and I love it. Ok, today love is a little strong of a word..........
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