Ah motherhood. It is sometimes glorious & then again, it sometimes is just a big, fat pain in the rear end.
Thursday night I met up with some girlfriends at a launch party for my friend, Emily’s, new business with Rodan & Fields. The kids had been sick off and on for three weeks, but Thursday seemed like they were okay & since I had promised my friend I would be there, I made sure I was.
The kids were off the walls incensed that I was leaving & they were letting Todd know it as I was running like a mad woman out the door, waving at Todd & laughing at my LUCK that I actually got to leave the house without those screaming kids in tow walking out the door. But, Karma is a B because on the way to the restaurant, I started to feel bad. I just knew I was coming down with what the kids had. I felt fine during the party, but by the time I walked in the door at home, I felt like death.
Both kids are still awake, Todd looks like he’s borderline suicidal, & I’m silently cursing my life because I know that I need sleep in order to wake up healthy the next morning, but I also know that by the scenario I just walked into that is not.going.to.happen.
I get Lboy into bed. I take the baby. Then Todd takes the baby. Then she flips. So I take her back. And it goes like this back & forth until 2 in the morning. I’m thinking every minute she stays up screaming her head off, is every minute I get sicker and am incapable of taking care of the kids the next day. Todd has a major day at work the following morning (actually, in 4 hours at this point.)
By 2 am, I am not the woman Todd married 5 years ago, I’m more like Medusa. You know, the crazy snake headed lady that devours people with a single glance…. yeah that was me. She is one evil chick & that is precisely the person I was at 2 am.
Friday morning, I woke up feeling sick as a dog & pretty darn guilty for the way I behaved. I made doctor appointments & sent Todd a few texts telling him I was sorry. Hey, at least I know how to admit I’m wrong.
The doctor told me each kid has an ear infection & wrote some prescrips so we headed to the store. On the way to there, I called my mother-in-law to tell her how the kids were doing. And I tell her all about how I’m throwing myself the world’s biggest pity party.
We get off the phone, we are in the middle of a major crowd, & Lboy yells at the top of his lungs,
“KATE!!! ARE YOU GOING TO A PITY PARTY?! I WANT TO GO! DON’T LEAVE ME AT HOME AGAIN!!! PLEASE OH PLEASE CAN I COME TO THE PITY PARTY?!!!!!!! PITY PARTY! PITY PARTY! PITY PARTY! PITY PARTY! TAKE ME TO THE PITY PARTY”
My response? “Honey, you’re at the pity party, here’s a party hat. Now stop shouting that!”
Like I said….Karma is a B.
I was not compensated to mention Rodan & Fields in this post. Was not asked nor contacted by them to mention them in this post. I was impressed with their products at the launch party, though I have not used them myself. It would be very cool if you wanted checked out their website or email Emily for more information on Rodan & Fields at lowryem{at}gmail{dot}com.
Kate, you are so funny!!! I love reading your blog posts! Hope to see you soon 🙂
Too funny! Hope you and the kiddos are feeling better.
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I love that LBoy called you Kate, so funny!!
Sorry you guys were sick, hope the cookbook made you all better. 🙂
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