Alternate titles:

• what the heck!
• help please
• needles hurt
• give me a break!
• i don’t like shots
• my crazy life
• stop the world, i wanna get off!  {my personal fav!}

I was in full on mother-of-the-year mode the other day.  Complete with a crazy threat of leaving the baby in the car while we went into a store.  Really?

But come on … haven’t you been there?  Pretty please say you have!

There are all kinds of activities and crafts I’ve been wanting to do with the kids this summer, but for some reason … life {?} keeps gettin’ in the way!  So I had a day planned where we were going to do some fun things on my list and maybe get some school supply shopping done.

Plans went awry when it looked like Hunter had a suspicious case of chicken pox.  So we started the day with a trip to the doctor’s office.  No chicken pox, whew!

Then we went school supply shopping.  I think I must’ve started the day on a short fuse.  Had to of.  There’s no other way to explain that I could’ve gotten cranky with:

• The frowning, rude lady behind the concession counter at Target, who pretended not to see us standing there.  Then looked at me like I’d just asked her for her firstborn, when I was only asking for a couple of smaller cups to split a bag of popcorn between the obvious children flocked around me.
• The other crabby Target lady who yelled at me to get my kids down from climbing the counters in the concession area.  I looked at her patiently and replied, “They aren’t mine.”  Seriously.  How many did she think I had … that would’ve given me six.  Hmmm.  Sad thing is, I almost did ask them to get down.  Funny how we can feel intimidated so easily by others.
• My very crabby three year old.
• My slow moving fourteen year old.
• My cart spinning five year old.  And I should mention, we grabbed the Cadillac of carts, so the thing was a mile long and she was dangerously close to knocking out the entire school supply area!
• The very cranky man in the parking lot who came around the corner out of no where.  I stopped, so he could pass {remember, I was trying to maneuver four cranky kids and a mile long cart}.  Then looked at me and said dryly, “Excuse us.”  Really sir?  Didn’t he know I was already on the verge of tears?

Then … I noticed in the morning that I had a lunch date planned with a friend.  Totally forgot it was on the calendar, so sent her an email asking if we could reschedule.  It was getting later in the morning and I hadn’t heard from her, so left her a voice mail.  Get a text well after our meeting time that she just got my voice mail.  She’d been at lunch and I was a no-show.  I suck.

Then it was shoe shopping and meeting daddy for lunch.

I should admit, in the midst of this … I just plain wasn’t feeling well.  It’s so hard to explain … it’s sort of this fog that I’m living in.  Sometimes things seem like slow motion.  I can’t process more than one thing at at time.  So when all the kids are whining talking to me at the same time, while I’m trying to figure out what shoe fits or doesn’t, or what’s on their supply list or not, or where we should go to lunch and to call dad, etc. … my mind is yelling, “STOP WORLD, I WANT TO GET OFF!”

On top of that … part of my face is numb and tingling and annoying!  Blagh!

But at least I can admit I’m cranky right?  I told CJ I wasn’t doing well, so when we got home I laid down.

I was feeling better when I got up and ready to continue on with the day.

Shortly after, CJ needed to leave for a meeting … so I was at it alone with the kids.  No biggie, I do it all the time.  Only that was before I turned into a newbie injector!

A little later, as I was working on dinner … Hunter fell asleep.  At first she fell asleep sitting straight up watching TV.  I kept trying to wake her.  Her eyes kept rolling and closing.  She was down for the count.  So what did I do?  Yeah, pulled out my camera!  :)  Isn’t she precious though?

She hasn’t napped since the nukie party.  Before the nukie party … she was a napping queen.  This no-nap thing is really taking a toll on me her.

Anyway.  Dinner was ready and I wasn’t feeling well, so didn’t eat dinner with them … I also had to give myself my shot before we left for church.  And miss teenager was up in her room getting ready.  I knew it was a risk leaving the three ‘little’ ones to fend for themselves, but honestly, I didn’t have a choice.  Oh! and by this time, I was able to get the baby awake and sitting at the table to eat.

So I’m in my bathroom preparing my injection, when there are kids calling me asking for this, or that.  I tried to explain that “I was giving myself my medicine and I’d be there in a few minutes.”  Nope!  They wanted me and wanted me now.

It was crazy.  Seriously, I thought … give me a break!  Can a mom just give herself a little injection here?  Reminded me of how many times I’ve had convos with other moms about not being able to ahem, do a #2 alone getting any privacy in the bathroom.

I was finally able to give myself the injection.  Ouch … I don’t like needles … I don’t want to do this anymore … I don’t want to be brave … I don’t want to be sick … needles hurt … shots suck!

And then I packed up all my paraphenlia and went out to the kitchen to face the madness tend to the children.

And then to church to pray, and be filled, and gain strength, and feel peace.  Tomorrow’s a new day …