Hi Neglected Blog

The man took away my access.  Yes, my work cut off our access to blogs and personal sites, so now I'm left to update this at home.  Boo Hiss.  :(  Don't they know that's what work is for?!  Jeez.

Anyway, so I hope all my beautiful mom friends had an awesome Mother's Day.  Mine was OK.  I've certainly had better.  The day started with my waking up to the tune of an upset P1 and an irate DH.  They were arguing about breakfast.  She wanted eggs.  He wanted to give her cereal.  Keep in mind, P2 was still asleep, but as loud as they were, I expected to hear little one start wailing any minute.  Uggg "Happy Mother's Day to me".  P1 came in my room and asked me to make her breakfast.  I said "ummm, no, it's MD, go ask daddy."  Then she started getting all super-sonic on me and I told her to go ask him nicely. 

Nope.  Didn't work.  I hear more arguing and such.  So I get up, walk over there and say I'll cook my own damn breakfast.  Nice way to wake mom up on MD morning.  Grrrr

We made plans to go meet the inlaws in their town and have a picnic at the park.  M's grandma is in a rehab center and she has Alzheimers.  She's been living there for a few months now and it's been really hard on the family.  Especially for my MIL, who goes to visit her everyday.  It's quite sad.  Anyway, so my MIL thought it would be a good idea to check GG (great grandma) out of the facility on MD to see the kids. 

In theory, it sounded like a decent plan. However, it didn't occur to my MIL that it would be cold that day, that GG would have 'episodes' since this was her first time out of lockdown since she went to live there, and I was already in a mood to begin with (remember breakfast). 

Anyway, so we drive the 40 min out there and it's freezing.  Colder there than it was at our house when we left.  Thankfully I made P1 bring a little jacket, I had a jacket in the car, and I brought a little sweater for P2 along with her blanket.  It was windy, drizzly, and just plain cold.  LOVELY.  We pull up and my FIL is there with a few of the kids.  M's sister isn't there, but her two older Js are.  My MIL isn't there either, nor is GG.  Ummmm, OK, where is everyone. 

When we start setting up our stuff, my FIL tells me that my SIL and J3 are at the ER.  Earlier in the day he was being pulled up by his arms by the older kids at church.  Oh, he's 19mo old.  I guess during that time he was playing, his elbow was dislocated. OUCH.  So they needed to take Xrays just to be sure that's what the problem was and then they had to put it back where it belongs.  OUCH again.  Great MD present for her too!  They arrive after about 45min and little J3 is fine. 

A little later GG and my MIL come and from the minute we see her (gg) things start going downhill.  She has started hitting herself while having delusions that someone else is with her and trying to hurt her.  It's very sad, but the kids are watching this and trying their best to ignore her.  Again, so sad.  Then she starts crying, then yelling, then hitting herself.  Oh, she's also 80 years old.  My MIL and SIL do their best to distract GG and make her aware of what is going on, but sadly she is too out of it. 

So the day went on.  Thankfully P2 was being a dream baby. She spent most of the time in her stroller because she was bundled up in it.  I'd say it was about 60^ out there and she was in shorts, sandals, and sleeveless top.  Mom of the year, right here!!!  OMG.  So ya, she stayed bundled up the best way I could keep her warm.

We ate, chatted, and then GG really started to head south.  We hurried up and did gifts and then my MIL decided it was time to take GG back.  It took them about 30 min to get her in the car and head on back.  It was heartbreaking to watch, but thankfully all the kids (5 of them) didn't catch most of it. 

THEN, being outside, my DH and his allergies started acting up.  We're on the way home and he said he's taken allergy meds and is real sleepy.  OH GREAT.  I offer to drive home, but he says he can make it.  I keep watching him like a mother hen to see if starts to show the slightest indication of dosing. 

Once home, we're bringing in the girls and all of the stuff and my DH disappears.  P1 says she's hungry, P2 needs her bottle and bed and DH is nowhere to be found.  I walk to our bedroom and he is snoring.  It's been like 10 min since we walked into the house!!!  So, being the nice wife that I am, flipped on the light and said "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?  The kids need food and I need help getting them ready for the week and you're asleep?!?!?"  He just looked at me and grinned. 

Now, i could have handled that one of two ways.  The first, going totally pyscho on him and demanding he get his derrier out of  the damn bed ASAP and help...OR, I keep this little gem of a Mother's Day in my back pocket until I REALLY need it...

Yes.


FATHER'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

(the day wasn't a total bust...I did get the sweetest cards from both girls and my DH, and I also got two new charms for my Pandora bracelet.  The girls birthstones, which also happen to be mine and DH's too!!)