Suck it up Buttercup

Seriously, I need to pull it together and quick. I pretty much hate this me. The whiny, complaining, hates life version needs to take a long trip off a short pier. Seriously. But then again when you wake up at 2 am to "Mom I just threw up in the bathroom." You know today isn't going to be the day where you pull it all together. Now what Morgan should have said at 2 am was "Mom I just exploded all over the bathroom, good luck trying to find a surface I DIDN'T vomit on." Maybe then mom would have gotten out of bed, and cleaned the bathroom right then. But she seemed to have it together, asked to watch TV, and left my room seeming alright. Guess I learned a lesson today. ALWAYS get up and check the bathroom, even if normally they make it to the toilet.

Max came in my room at about 3:30 am and asked to sleep with me. I just assumed his belly was upset too, and that I would probably end up vomitted on. To my delight that didn't pan out. He just missed his daddy. His daddy who happened to text at 5:52 am, just to say I love you. I guess there are worse ways to wake up. Normally I sleep til 6:30 so it was only 38 minutes early and Briar woke up 6 minutes later anyhow. She started hollering for me that she wanted a sippy cup of milk. No problem I was awake anyhow, so I grabbed her one. I met her at her door, she took it and went back to bed.

I got up, and grabbed a quick shower, before starting the day. Hopped out and found Briar laying on the hall floor covered in vomit. Nice. Come to find out she had been sick multiple times over the night. In fact after the first time she pulled off her own sheets and mattress cover. Which was awesome because that meant the next time she was sick it was directly on the mattress. Fabulous, right? Well I went to grab stuff to start cleaning and I had NO paper towel. NONE. Plus I felt terrible not knowing that the poor little thing was sick all night.

So here I am with 2 puking monkeys and 3 that still needed to get to school sometime. Oh and did I mention I had no paper towel? This meant I also needed to go to the store. I let the dogs out quick, and came back in to get the other kids ready. Well my dog Tramp decided to destroy our fence, damn near kill himself in the process, and run away. Got him back, got the kids(all 5) in the car and started the insanity of dropping them all off. I parked right in front of family dollar(thank the Lord for their huge picture windows) and ran around that store like a crazy person. Lysol, paper towel, soup, sprite, and more lysol later, I ran back out the door. I don't really like leaving the kids unattended, but if you have an alternative I'm all ears. Came home to find the dog had pooped in the boys room. Scrubbed the bathroom for 1 1/2 hours, and Lord only knows how long I steam cleaned Briar's bed. Oh and have I mentioned I'm on strict orders not to do anything, compliments of my physical therapist. Who basically told me pushing through the pain is not an option, and to continue to do so will mean it will become chronic pain. I think I forgot to mention that little gem.

After scrubbing, the day was relatively calm. Morgan and Briar slept on and off most of the day. Right up until it was time to go get Max. Oh Max and girl scout cookies that is. Did I mention that I HAD to pick up girl scout cookies today? Yeah 30 cases of cookies, for my troop and then I helped Morgan's leader with hers, because she helped with mine. My back hasn't hurt this bad since the day I dropped Matt's stupid gun safe on myself. Picked up the other 2 kids at 4 and came home to the dog being sick again. YUM.

I did some dishes, made dinner, and made Briar cry. Heave forbid her stuffed animals need a de-pukifying. I'm spent, I'm emotionally drained, I'm physically shaking and near tears due to the pain, and this is day 2. I NEED the old me back. The one who can do it all with a smile, because I can't take much more of this defeated Heather. She's getting on my damn last nerve.