The Worst Day EVER!!!

I can not remember any time before we were out numbered (3 to 2) where I had moments feeling I was about to lose it. Unfortunately, it happens from time to time. Well, this past Tuesday was one of "those" days. As Jonathan posted earlier...we've had a rough week. We finally think everyone is doing better when Sunday afternoon, Joel runs a fever of 102. Monday, he is SO fussy, I can barely manage him. I call the pediatrician to make an appointment for Tuesday morning to see what is going on, however Gabe has orientation at Killearn Lakes Elementary at 9am. Well...there were other plans....here's what happened......

Wake up to Joel screaming and covered in poop. Then after cleaning up his bed & him, I went to put stuff in the van and our garbage was all over our yard. (Someone had hit our can and put a huge crack in it and some animal got hungry during the night.) I load the kids and head to the doctor. I noticed there was a lot of traffic that seemed getting worse. So at 8am (when I was supposed to be at the doctor and after sitting on the over pass through 3 lights) I see there is an accident at Raymond Deil. I reschedule the appointment and decide to turn around and just go to the orientation, however the traffic is backed up going the other way all the way past Chick fil a. I end up making a very long trek back and get on Bannerman at 8 :35. Gas light on & Noah has to go potty. We make a brief stop at the Petro and head to the orientation. Luckily Jonathan met me there b/c it was not organized & very overwhelming for us & for Gabe. Finally get home, eat lunch and it's time to head to the doctor AGAIN! At the doctor, I go to get the diaper bag out of the van (when your kid is pooping a lot...you need it) and it's not there. I handle all three at the doctor and with no diaper explosions, we head home with the diagnosis of yet another virus. YEAH! The kids were as tired as I was and they all fall asleep on the way home, I go put all three in their beds and lay down myself to 10 minutes of quiet when Joel is awake again! UGH!!!

The day did get better instead of worse thank goodness! Jonathan made a few calls and called a friend to see if she would take me out for a break! Lisa & I got to go to Olive Garden for a nice quiet dinner & a stop at Books a Million. I am so glad I have such a great husband that knows when his wife needs a break & makes it happen! I am blessed to have a such a great family even though at times...I need a break!

The Shirt That Says It All

Kelly found this shirt and it described our boys so well, she had to get it. She only bought one shirt...just to make it fun (see #1).

Conrad Sanatorium

Medical Status Report: 2nd May, 2008

Gabriel: Temperature of 104
Noah: Busted lip, vomiting
Joel: Black eye, vomiting
Kelly: In need of vacation for mental instability
Jonathan: In need of vacation due to wife's mental instability and thus his safety

As of late, our house has become a hospital (for our children) and mental institution (for us). I believe they use to call these places sanatoriums? Joel (at 9 months) has his first black eye. He decided he didn't want to be in the car seat as he was being buckled and rolled out of it, fell on the floor of the van, hitting Gabe's baseball bat. Not a good moment. Noah followed suit that night by wrestling with Gabe until he fell face first on the hardwood floor, busting his lip and hitting his tooth. Shortly following both, Gabriel developed a 104 temperature. Later THAT night, Kelly and I heard Joel crying (strangely) and went to check on him. He was throwing up...A LOT! As we were cleaning Joel and his bed, Noah wakes up...walks out of his room crying and threw up. Every 10 minutes the rest of the night either Joel or Noah were heaving and Gabriel still had 102+ fever. The next day, they all seemed better...until bed time. After seemingly having gotten over everything, all of them regressed. We put Joel to bed...he threw up. We put Noah to bed...he threw up twice. We put Gabe to bed...got a scream in the middle of the night and he is back to 104. So, at this very moment Gabe has 104, Noah has a busted lip, slight fever and is throwing up and Joel has a black eye, slight fever and is throwing up. Kelly is nearing insanity and I am waiting for any one of them (or all of them) to break down mentally and attack me when I arrive home. Thus, we may be padding the walls in our house soon, if anyone wants to help. Hazard pay will be included.

Update: Kelly is now throwing up and I am officially the last man standing. If you don't hear from me in 48 hours, the battle is lost and I have been committed to the Conrad Sanatorium.