It’s day 306 in this deployment.
Day 306 is going on record as the day that
almost broke me.
But I said, EFF YOU day 306!
Let me go back a bit….
this whole week has been a nightmare.
Feverish kids. Coughing up lungs.
Whining babies. Missing preschool and daycare.
3 sick kids = no sleep
for momma. I’m talking NONE.
I’m honestly not sure how I’m still
moving.
Ok, so sick kids… Started Wednesday night with handsome man. BURNING
up.
Next night, baby lady…. puking and fever… I considered an ER trip until
I realized it was snowing, freezing and I had 3 other sick kids with me.
Medicine, ice packs, cold wash cloths, Popsicles and cartoons have probably
saved my life this week.
Thursday I find out on Facebook that someone I
cared about had passed away. I had no clue she was even sick. I hadn’t seen her in years
and she probably honestly didn’t even remember who I was, but it was still heartbreaking. She’s in a better place now but it saddens me that everyone that
knew about it and I had become so distanced in growing up that I found out about
it through Facebook. Nobody is to blame of course, it's part of life and growing up. I'm just truly blessed to have known her.
Friday. 8:08am. I received the scariest phone call
I’d ever gotten. My friend called me hyperventilating and telling me to get to
her house now. Her husband had been hurt. He’ll be fine, thank God but her phone
call consisted of: “patrol…blown up…KAF…” phone cut out. He finally got to call
back, she came over. We cried a lot. Now it’s just the anxious waiting game to
find out where he’s going and when she’ll be by his side. I’m not going to go
into details of the drama that’s come along with that because it’s not my story
to tell.
From my aspect, I want to scream at almost everyone in her life and
just hug her until this is all said and done.
In the midst of this
madness, I have emotional crap going on that I’d just rather not discuss… but my
brain hurts. My heart hurts. Everything is drained. I am drained. And I’m
worried sick about my friends and family in Tennessee because they were under
mass tornado craziness. (Everyone is fine)
Saturday we shower and load up
the sick kids because we ALL needed to get out of the house. We took the bittles
to Barnes and then headed to walmart to get a few articles of clothing for her
to pack up for her husband. Now keep in mind the kids are still a bit sickly. No
fevers but still whiny and coughing and should have just stayed in bed but there
are certain times that you just HAVE to get out of the house. They were excited
about the day out… until we got there. Handsome man whined and threw a fit
because he wanted to skip drinks and snacks and go straight to the books. Baby
lady just needed to be held. And Barnes was packed. The line was ridiculous. The
stares we received were even worse.
We finally make it back to the books and
handsome man just stands there pouting. Baby lady starts bloody murdered
screaming and saying, “I don’t want to see that”.
She didn’t know where she
wanted to sit. She didn’t want to see who knows what. She just stood there and
cried. I scooped her up and headed to the bathroom, needing a quiet place to
calm her down… I open the bathroom door and almost run into someone in the line.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
A few leave, I set her on the counter and calm her
down a bit…we head back out… same thing. So I go to the corner and stand her in
it. She’s whining that she doesn’t want to see the people sitting over there
trying to pick books!! WHAT IN THE HELL!?!
She eventually calms. We eat and
drink and pick books and head to walmart.
While at walmart, I pick up some
kid laxative. Baby lady has issues in this department and NOTHING and I mean
NOTHING else was helping. She would scream and cry trying to push so I was
desperate.
We get home. I give her some. She drinks half of it before I
realize I used the wrong size medicine cup and she drank a bit too much. Before
bed, she goes potty. I think “that wasn’t too bad”… throw in the usual they stay
up and press my buttons until 1am… we all eventually get to sleep.
3am I
wake up to her screaming. I run out my door to find her standing in the hallway
taking her underwear off, covered in poop. COVERED in poop. She drops her
underwear, I scoop her up and head to the toilet.
She’s flipping out.
Between it being 3am and her being covered in poop, we’re both flipping out. I
get her cleaned up and put back to bed after a fight about which underwear she
wants to wear. I’m honestly not sure how Baby O and handsome man have slept
through all of this. Handsome man woke up, looked at us and fell back asleep.
We settle on underwear, she goes back to bed. I go downstairs to get stuff
to clean up this disaster in the carpet… … … …
I gag.
Thank God for
Pinterest.
A while ago I came
across a pin talking about mixing dish soap with peroxide. Instant stain
remover. And let me tell you, yes!! Not a bit of a stain up there. Thank
you,
Pinterest.
Now keep in
mind they’re still sickly. Poor baby O has tossed and turned ALL night.
I’m
exhausted.
About 6:30, she wakes up again screaming that her teeth hurt.
HER
TEETH!! Didn’t we just go through
teeth
issues?!
She comes back to bed with me. She wakes up a few more times
screaming about her teeth and I finally go downstairs to get her some medicine.
In the midst of this my husband is online and trying to text my phone… this is
where I lost it.
He’s trying to talk to me. I’m trying to calm baby lady
down. I’m trying to keep her calm and quiet so baby O doesn’t wake up. I’m
exhausted. EXHAUSTED.
I end up asking baby lady if she wants to come
downstairs. While screaming, she hands me her pillow case that she calls her
small blanket. Her blanket. her baby cat. Her 2 little fellows (mini bears) and
her sippie cup. I have my phone also. And then she wants me to carry her.
*sigh*
Downstairs, I set her down. Go to turn on cartoons. Netflix doesn’t
want to load.
I have a baby screaming that she wants to watch do do do do do
Dora.
And my phone is dinging like crazy from my husband wondering what in
the hell is going on.
It’s 7am.
It is now almost 9am.
I have
coffee. Baby lady fell asleep.
Both boys are sleeping.
Husband went to
bed as well.
And here I sit… listening to music and blogging.
So I
go on record saying that day 306 almost got the best of me.
But dear day
306, don’t you know I’m invincible?!
So… shove it up your ass.