has anyone ever......

just dropped dead where they stand from absolute, pure exhaustion?! if not, i may be the first.

the past few days have really been trying my endurance and i think i'm about to reach my limit. that nervous breakdown that one therapist said i was long overdue for, and i decided i'd schedule for my 50th bday, may very well be coming a little sooner than scheduled!!

woke the kids up for school friday morning after getting ZERO sleep the nite before from the normal preggo nuisances, hip pain, cramping, etc. the girls were both complaining. twiggi who seldom ever complains vehemently was doubled over and complaining of a tummy ache. puddn jumped on the bandwagon. hey, having had no sleep, i was not in the mood to argue or prod...FINE, everybody back in bed! bambam wasn't due to leave for an hour and a half so i plopped my bones back in the bed for a bit. fridays are SUCH a pain, it's skeeter's early day, so i have to get up and take him to work by 6am.

15 mins later, puddn comes in my room, dressed for school. i told her she could go back to bed and my heroic child said if you and daddy can tough it out so can i. awwww. so she finished getting ready, not looking the best, couldn't really stand straight up, but she went on. i watched her from the window til i saw her bus go around the corner. then twiggi's bus went by, i felt a LITTLE guilty, because i normally walk them out, so i'm usually out there to say "she's not going today", but i just couldn't do it so i have no idea how long he sat in front of our building waiting on her, by the time i saw him he was 10 mins behind schedule.

ok, the one thing w/ fridays, is bambam doesn't have to wear his uniform. so i rolled on outta bed, threw him in some jeans and a shirt and he was thrilled...brushed teeth, put him in jacket and sent him on his merry way. he always walks down to my mom's to say goodbye to her before he leaves, otherwise she just can NOT function.

ok, so now it's just me and twiggi. figured out very quickly her issue. no BM since march 2nd, ok, did i just doublecheck the calender and does it say today is march 14th!!!! o great! come on now, we've been dealing w/ this off and on since she was 2, hello, she knows after 3 days of no poop we go into crisis mode w/ her. ok, fine, so i made her a big bowl of oatmeal and laced it w/ miralax after having her make her way thru a big bowl of peaches. and now we wait. and 45 mins later she made a mad dash for the bathroom....and after 15 mins of sounding like she was in labor, she came back, hair matted from sweating, looking drained, but gave me the thumbs up sign.

then the phone rang.

it was puddn's school nurse. she said that puddn didn't even know she was calling, that i didn't have to come get her, she just wanted me to be on alert. she said strep was running rampant thru her class and that puddn herself "smelled" streppy, and her throat was red and she had two white spots on her tonsil. swell! she said puddn had already gone back to class because she was going to "tough it out." so i hand up and put in a call to the pedi. normally, they call me back and confirm which lab we can go to and then fax over the req form for a throat culture. the office closes at 11am on fridays so i expected a call back soon enough since it was already after 10a. didn't get the call until after 1p. and instead of sending her for a culture, they went straight to antibiotics. and as soon as i hung up, the school nurse called again, and said it's time, come get her. sooo, i load twiggi and tatertot in the car since tatertot had just shown up w/ my mom, and off we go. skeeter is due off work in 30mins and i'm about to head 20miles in the opposite direction. so he's ticked. omg. get on the freaking bus! it's 230p, daylight, decent weather, busses running frequently..grow up!

so i get there, my kid comes basically crawling to me, she can't stand up straight. i get her in the car, she's doubled over w/ her head in her lap. we swing by the pharmacy and pick up her meds, and head home. pull up the same time as the big brat who just couldn't take the bus, or wait on me to be 20 mins late.

so we get the girls in the house. puddn immdiately sets up camp on the sofa. i pull her pills out the bag and all us adults are like what the hell are those?! so i call the pharmacy and ask if these HUGE horse pills, 875mg amox, are chewable, they tell me no. they can be crushed or cut in half but now chewed. you've got to be kidding me! it's to be taken every 12 hrs anyway, so i decided to start her at 7, so she'd always be at home or at least with me, for her dosing.

we decide to go get take out. i was really craving chicken wings. so off we go to this place that i smelled so many times but never eaten there, and it turned out to be a pizza hut/wingstreet. not even sure what that really means. all i know is one of the employees had her infant there in the back and her dog out in the car. talk about family-friendly. all of a sudden a pain just ripped thru my abdomen. now I'M doubled over. food is ready, i'm twitching and can't breathe, it hurts sooo bad.

we get home. get in the house. i make it to the sofa and take up residence under puddn's feet. my mom decides to help fix the kids plates. bam-bam has to go the bathroom. then i hear him yell... "the toilet is pee-peeing on the floor." now w usually hear him in a 10 sec delay because our brains have to adjust to his speech impediment. o crap!

AND NOW AS OF MONDAY AT 920A, I'M HEADED BACK TO THE ER W/ MY DAUGHTER. WILL FINISH LATER.