What a week...

I really admire all the families who have more than one child. One day I hope to be in that group, but for now I don't know how I would handle more than one. Not that my daughter is difficult or horrible. In fact she's quite the opposite. She's for the most part very well behaved, obedient, kind, caring and an all around little princess. She has her moments and definately has a mind of her own and is not afraid to use it. But for the most part she's a very easy child to parent.

But this week is just one of those weeks. Monday around 4pm my friend from work calls and says I'll see you tomorrow at work right? I said no... no one has called me to come back to work yet. She said well your one of the first they call right? I said well, usually, yes. She then told me some people were already trained and working and a new training class was starting on Tues. Well... then fear strikes... did I really do that bad at work last year that my evaluation went down and I won't be called back as quickly. What did I do? What's going on? To make a long story short they thought I was already working and didn't call me. An easy mistake to make... but that meant I had to go to work the next day. So now I have to rearrange my whole schedule... I can no longer grocery shop on Tuesday, laundry on Wednesday, lunch at school with Katherine on Thursday and a fun family time on Friday or Saturday. Instead I have to wash that night... our dinner is late because I was on the phone so long trying to figure out what was going on. When I train I am at work until 4 pm so that means the minute I walk in the door it's time to start dinner and do the homework thing... plus now I needed to go to the grocery store somewhere in there and finish up laundry so Katherine has uniform shirts that are clean. Not to mention I needed clean clothes for work because my around the house clothes would just not fly. Which brings us to Thursday.. today. It's my first day back without any more training.. I am trained! I start work at 5:30AM so I can be home by 2:30PM to get Katherine off the bus after school. Danny puts Katherine on the bus at 6:30AM, this way she has one of us before and after school. I get up at 4:00AM and everything is going great. I am not late, I am not having to rush. I made a lunch so I can conserve $$$. I'm feeling good. I was able to go to bed at 9PM so I had 7 hrs. of sleep. On the drive in to work I'm thinking okay.. I can get back into the groove of things. I get to work... I am working away sitting next to a friend and we are talking but not enough to distract each other too much. I go to lunch... eat lunch with a fellow Philadelphian and reminisce a little about Tastey Kakes, cheese steaks and hoagies... then my cell phone rings. I look at it, I don't know the number so I don't answer it. After all it's my minutes I'll be using for a wrong number... I don't think so! Then BEEP! There's a voice message... so I get the message. This is the nurse at Katherine's school.... she's in the clinic and she's been throwing up. OH no! This is the 3rd time I've had to pick her up since school started for throwing up. My princess is going to be known at that school at the puking princess!! So I tell them someone will be there in a half hour. So I go look for my boss... she's at lunch... I look all over for any management... all at lunch but one. She's not too excited to give me permission to leave as I am not her assigned employee, but it will have to do. I rush over to the school to pick her up and she pukes in the trash can in the clinic. A little boy starts laughing and saying can he go to the bathroom so he doesn't see her throw up... as he continues to laugh at my baby who is sick. I am thinking can I smack him?? Is it wrong to want to smack a kid upside the head? I don't think it's wrong... wrong to act on it... but wrong to want to do it??? No I don't think so. So I get her home and she starts in as usual I'm hungry. I say no, you just threw up... we have to wait. Then she tells me she has a headache. I ask her when this started and she tells me before school... did dad give you bubble gum medicine (our code word for ibuprofen).. no he wouldn't let me. So now she tells me she wants medicine and I won't tell you the code word... but it's name brand is fever-all. If you've ever had kids who can't swallow or keep Tylenol down then you might know what this is. But if she tells me she needs it then she has a migraine which if daddy had given her the bubble gum medicine before school would probably be gone by now. So now I have the glorious task of giving her fever-all. As she grins and tells me you might want to get a rubber glove! OH! I love her, but she thinks it's just so funny when I have to give her the fever-all. So now I am home, I called work and left a message on my boss' phone letting her know I left and that I did ask permission from management. I am now not going to math and literacy night at the school. I have e-mailed her teacher so I can get the information from tonight's event... and am trying to take a deep breath.

Now... what if I had more than one child??? I honestly don't know how I would do it. Of course my mom tells me... you just do it. You manage a way and figure it out as things come up. I just can't see it. My mom had 5 kids, my mother in law had 6... I just don't see it how they did it. I know in the delivery room I kept telling Danny our mothers were lunatics.. mad... sick in the head to go through labor and delivery 11 times between them... I'm sticking to that opinion. My undying admiration to all the mothers out there especially the ones who went through it once and decided to do it again!