Happy Mothers Day

Well, I wish I could say it was a Happy Mothers Day for me. However, it was probably one of the stranger ones that I can remember. To understand the strangeness I have to start on Saturday....

Saturday morning started much like any other day. We got up, had breakfast and got ready to leave the house. B* was headed to his parent's house to do some chores for his mother and the kids and I were ready to hit some garage sales in the area. We garage saled for almost 2 hours and the kids were very good! I was actually quite amazed and pleasantly surprised. We then headed to lunch to meet some friends.....I think this is where my day started to break down a bit. Jn* dropped her glass of fruit punch which exploded and went all over the place - splattering her and her sister. Then the girls did not want to stay in their seats and Jc* was being a ball of energy too. Urgh!!!! I did have a nice visit wit my friend, although would have much prefered getting to go out sans kids.

After lunch we came home and that is when everything really went downhill! The kids were tired, but no one wanted to nap. I was franticly trying to pack, do laundry and clean the house before we lef for the rest of the weekend. It was crazy. On one of my trips to the laundry room I tripped it cat vomit (yes you heard me correctly) bringing me all the way down. My foot was throbbing, there was cat puke to be cleaned up, the kids were screaming, I needed to pack...... Seriously!!!!!! So I hobbled to the kitchen to get stuff to clean up the cat mess and then got an icepack for my foot and calmed the kids. I finished the laundry, packed the bags, took a quick shower and loaded everyone in the van. Ahhhh! At least I would have 1.5 hours of peace in the car!

I got to my parent's place and we had a nice supper together with the family. Then chaos errupted. Jh* fell and I heard a short cry and then silence......I rushed to her and she was passed out! OMG...I'm freaking out! Not again! It was nearly 1 year ago that this same thing happened which ended with a call to 911, an ambulance ride and a night of waking up every 3 hours. I picked her up and started yelling her name and she came too, but was very drowsy. I got her to sip some coke and then dad took her outside for some fresh air. Within 20 minutes she was back to her normal self as if nothing had happened.....but I'm still not back to normal. All night my mind raced...should I have taken her to the doctor? Should I wake her every 3 hours? Would she wake up in the morning? I hardly slept. My body was just riddled with anxiety.

Sunday we all got up and went to church, but upon returning home mom had to go straight to bed. She had a terrible migrane. So we had lunch without mom and the kids played with dad for a while and then we returned home.

At 9pm all the kids were still awake. Jc* was in his bed crying, Jn* was in my bed and Jh* was in her bed (but coming downstairs every 15 minutes). Urghhhh!!!! Seriously! Happy Mothers Day to me!