Sabbath = Day of rest = LIES from the pitt of Hell

3:30 a.m......I hear the door open and close, then my door is flung open with a loud creak and a thud.  Immediately I think "CRAP, she wet the bed."  UGH!  But no, that is not what she said. (I shoulda known better, because bed wetting = her standing in the middle of her bed screaming and crying that she's peed in bed).  Anyway, I'm up, she's whining and saying "Mommy, I need a band aid for my tummy, it's hurting."  So, I whisk her into the kitchen, pull out the princess bandaids.  I unwrap an Ariel band aid.  NOOOOOOO, that is NOT what she wanted.  She wants the one with all the princesses on it.  So, just as I'm going for that bandaid, she begins to whimper, cough a little and say "Mommy, I need to barf."  I grabbed her, put her over the sink and she proceeded to BARF!  Oh rapture and joy, here we go.  She finished up her puke, I put her down.  She reminded me of her need of a bandaid.  I applied the princesses.  She rubbed her belly, turned on her heel and walked back to bed.  "Hmmm, that was odd.  Maybe I got off easy."
All was quiet for about 15 minutes.  Then, there it was again, the door opened and shut, my door open.  "Mommy, I need to make poops."  So, I help her on the toilet, she doesn't do anything.  She gets off, and as she's putting on her panties, the moan, the cough, and she's barfing in my garbage can.

This little scene repeated itself literally, over and over until about 5:30.  Then, I got smart.  I layed a blanket on the floor for her, got her pillow and let her lay next to our bed.  She fell asleep, I JUST started to fall asleep when next thing I know, she's sitting up, awake and whimpering.  She had barfed ON the blanket, a little on her night night blanky and some on her jammies.  So, SCREW IT!  I'm up.  We head out to the kitchen.  I clean her up, wash off her blanket, because she would NOT allow me to take it from her.  She's crying, she's tired and feels yucky and nothing will make her stop.  Finally, she calms down.  She wants to watch Caillou (oh Caillou, how I love thee).  She watches, I read blogs, check facebook. 

It's now 7:30ish. Max wakes up, he's stinky and wet.  I get him changed, bring him out.  The kitchen smells like death.  I had accidently left out a pasta salad overnight. (sorry Mom)  There are dirty dishes in the sink.  I'm exhausted, and the kids are just doing whatever they want.  Maggie threw up a few more times.  Thankfully, she is a very quiet, almost silent barfer. And generally, she does her thing, then walks away, as if nothing has happened.  After some time, she says she's so hungry, and asks for fruit snacks.  I assure her that is probably not in her best interest.  So, I make her a piece of dry toast.

There is a knock at my door.....it's my landlord (whom we totally love and adore) asking about irrigation.  She needed to see in the backyard.  I had to let her into my house...and it looked like this.


Before I show you these pictures, just know, I am about to show a moment in my life that is NOT pretty.  Also, if you know me AT ALL, you know that I am rather fanatical about clutter and clean.  Sometimes, i really have to hold myself back and remind myself that kids need to play and making messes is ok.  These pictures just prove that I AM human, that my house does get like a pig hole, and I was just too freaking tired to care.  But still, wish Tina didn't have to see it like this.

Hurricane Max had blown through.  I literally looked up and just thought...what the hell happened here.

Maggie thought throwing a deck of cards all over would be fun.  And, my garbage seems to constantly be overflowing.  For the record, Jere has a serious Dilly Bar addiction.  Hence the empty box in the garbage.

Nasty pasta bowl and smell, full sink.  I HATE unloading the dishwasher.  HATE, LOATHE IT!  I would/do load all day long.  I like washing dishes, or loading a dishwasher. So, I put off the unloading.  I'm also pretty much the only one who ever does either, so, whatev.

Miss barfy pants herself.  Eating a little toast.

MEH!  That's what this is.  MEH!  I've been up since 3:30, I've witnessed a whole lot of barf.  I'm freaking tired and I just don't care. 

Except that's totally a lie. My OCD kicked in and I was like, yeah, this has got to change, NOW!  So, I stuck the kids in front of some Little Einsteins and went to work.

I don't know WHAT it is about Sundays, but they NEVER end up being restful for me. It's always the day that my kids decide to be sick. There is usually a mess from the night before for me to clean, and laundry piled up. So, NO REST for me!

Twenty minutes and a floor moppin later, I had this.  Awwwwww, MUCH better!  Now I could breathe and face my day.

Maggie seemed to get much better.  She kept the toast down.  After a shower, she was sure she was starving, so she asked for crackers.  I allowed it, and she seemed to keep that down.  Phew!  I figured we'd dodged a worser bullett.  So, just about time to get dressed for church.  She really wanted to go to church today .  Wouldn't you know it, up came the peanut butter crackers, all over her garbage can in her room.  Sooooo, I left the kids at home with jer and I went to church myself.

OF COURSE they slept the entire time I was gone.  It figures!

Jere was kind enough to let me lay down for awhile and attempt a nap.  Thanks for that babe!

Good news is, she has not thrown up anymore today.  She kept down what she WOULD eat.  Which, if you must know, was a cookie, some chips and another cookie.  When I tried to get her to eat anything good for her, she would reply "I can't eat, because I'm sick."  Little stinker.

IN OTHER NEWS:

 

This is how I caught the kids the other morning.  Just enjoying some together/outside time.  Our fabulous new block fence and gate is in!  We LURVE it so much!  We feel so private and safe.  Now, we're getting a new shed, which is the greatest thing EVER!  I'll show pics when the whole thing is complete.  Now, if I could just get them a fun backyard toyset.


In other, other news:  Maggie stayed dry at night for a week and a 1/2 and then had a mishap the other night.  But, since then, still waking up dry.  She is pretty serious about her potty.  She hates diapers and likes to earn prizes.  So, we're currently working toward a Princess and the Frog purse that she saw at TJ MAXX.  The bad news is, I'm sure it won't still be there.  Hope another purse will catch her fancy.

This week is going to be crazy, and I'm heading into total crazy time.  Tomorrow are workshop auditions.  Then I've got lessons on Tues. - Thursday.  My recital is Saturday night, and I have 2 funerals to attend on Saturday. Perhaps I'll talk about that in another post.  Tragic and rough times, for sure.


Barfalogs and Sunday sleeps,

Allyson