Today Greg left for Bulgaria. For some reason the first day is the hardest. I guess I am a whimp, or maybe just knowing that I am on my own for a while makes the task seem daunting.
Sadie woke up moaning....wimpering....complaining that she was sick. With her it is tricky. She gives us a play by play of every bodily function, so it is difficult to know when to believe her. Yesterday she complained of not being well and she stayed home from church. As soon as I was out the door, she looked at Dad and said, "I like being sick, because I get to watch movies and stay home from church." Yup, nothing was wrong with her....
Today I didn't believe her. I forced her out of the house and we proceeded with errands. After a lot of whining and nearly dragging her from the post office and to the bank, I gave up and we headed home. One the way, she started a temper tantrum that continued the entire drive, up the stair case and into her bedroom. It carried on for about nearly 30 minutes. Meanwhile, I am thinking that something was seriously wrong with my child and started looking up numbers for the behavioral pediatrician and parenting classes. After the screaming, I came upstairs to talk things over. I found her glassey eyed and red in the face, with a 102 degree fever. Great.....
Add some guilt on top of the frustration.
I had also signed up to take a meal for a sister at church who just had a baby. Now things got complicated. I couldn't face taking three kids to the grocery store for some decent ingredients, especially with sick Sadie on the brink of imploding. So...what to do........? Top Ramon? Scoobie Doo Mac and Cheese? Instant Oatmeal packets? Ah....call the pizza place my sister and her husband discovered while they were visiting. Nice.....they have a website. I ordered two pizzas and a salad and scheduled the delivery for 4pm. Phew....
We drove the food over, I left the kids in the car (Sadie was asleep by now), and felt pretty good about trying to do some service. On the way home, we did a drive-by at McDonalds. Sadie woke up to the smell of french fries and a huge desire to pee. Sheesh can 't you give us some warning girl? We pulled over and did the deed on the side of the road....(when in Rome do as the Romans....). We made it home at 5:30.....what now....two hours to kill.
Baths, lego batman, call grandma, throw in a couple of fights and a couple of consequences to go with them, a time out or too for mommy, and we slide into home plate at 8pm.....phew.....
Can't wait to do it again tomorrow.....