When I get older and my children are gone and I look back on these days with fond memories and everything seemed perfect, I want to have these times to remember, too. Last night I was so tired and thought the last thing I had to do was vacuum and then I could go to bed when I walked into Soran's room and smelled throw up. So I took took her out of bed, gave her a bath, washed bedding, changed bedding, got her dressed again and got another bottle for her. THEN vacuumed. Woke up this morning to Christian jumping on the bed and Livi crying. Her diaper had leaked in the night and she was running a fever. Changed her clothes and started washing bedding. Took the kids to breakfast at the school and then grocery shopping. Got to check out and they said the computers were down and they weren't taking debit cards. I was like, you're kidding, right? Because I just spent 2 hours shopping. Parked my cart and stomped around the front of the store for 10 minutes, got back into line and waited again and finally checked out. Took the kids to lunch at the school where Livi threw up all over her tray and then peed on me. Cleaned that mess up and hurried home to take a shower. Proceeded to do 3 days worth of dishes and put up groceries. Went to the library with 6 children to get a book for Scott. Found out the kids were saying words they weren't supposed to so put lemon juice in their mouths. Christian threw up. More laundry. Movie. Beds. Thank goodness this day is over.
I love being a mother but there are days when I don't feel up to the task. And I wonder how much psychological damage I'm doing. But that's probably mostly the tired talking. Good night.