The view today

The view from my eyes...
Woke up and got to cuddle my sweet sister girl in my warm bed for a little while before the morning hit me between the eyes. What was that? Oh crying from the living room because Ian had gotten one of Eli's shirts and put it on. Daddy thought it was okay since it fit. Wrong! Momma had to jump out and intervene (didn't start the morning off good for marital relationships) and make Ian take the shirt off, find a new one in HIS OWN DRAWER and then explain to husband why it was important that the boys have their own clothes so "this" doesn't happen every day!

Hear Eli moaning from the couch about his head hurting again. (he has a horrible sinus infection that WON'T GO AWAY EVEN AFTER I THREATENED THE LITTLE BUGS THAT I WAS ABOUT TO CRAWL IN HIS HEAD AND CHASE THEM OUT WITH FIRE ANTS!) sorry about that...
Sit Elizabeth on floor and hope one of the three males in the house will keep an eye on her while I run to fix myself for work (yes, preschool - that job I haven't quit yet) only to hear the boys both moaning from the kitchen b/c they are being made to eat some new concoction my sweet husband (who is in charge of making breakfast) has decided to cook - let's just say it involved wheat bread and melted brown sugar - may sound great but tastes, well I took one bite and threw it away. So then I hear an angry man voice telling little whining voices to eat it and be quite (that is what we do in our house, don't you?) More crying...then quite... Hey, where is Elizabeth?

Then more exchanges between husband and wife about bad attitudes (on my part of course) and a few tears from me I think concerning what to do with sick Eli - send to school or not? Frustration levels are high at this point...Elizabeth has a runny nose (we did a happy dance just a few days ago b/c we realized she wasn't sick anymore - oh, yeah wow! Elizabeth is actually healthy for the first time...oh, wait now she has a runny nose again!)

Find Ian 'brushing' Elizabeth's teeth with his toothbrush! (Did I tell you Ian has a runny nose too?) Some screaming from the mother...a lecture to Ian - don't put things in her mouth! Lecture to Eli - can you please try to tough it out for just a little while at school? Lecture to Daddy - why did you make brown sugar and wheat toasts for breakfast? Lecture to Mommy - could you please get a better attitude?

5 minutes left to get out the door - mommy hasn't had breakfast or coffee so priorities here...Mommy makes herself some coffee to go. Throw together Elizabeth's lunch for preschool - step over Eli laying on the floor - yell at Ian to please put on shoes!

Run out to van - Eli's fading at this point. Stop the van in driveway and have real heart to heart with oldest son! "Are you really feeling horrible or are you nervous that you will feel sick today and not be able to come home?" Eli - "I'm nervous."
Once I hear that I squeal tires down the road and we are off.

Eli starts to fade the closer we get to school... now I hear crying, head is hanging on the seat, "I'm going to throw up!" comes from the back of the van.

I get to the school parking lot. Ian gets out. Mommy is in a state of anger at this point not knowing what to do! Eli breaks down and puts on full drama show to convince me that indeed now he feels sick not just nerves. I growled a few things (can't remember if they were audible at this point) and squeal tires out of the parking lot.

Call preschool partner in crime..."I'm going back home with Eli - if he acts like he feels better he's going to school and I'll be there later...."

Drive into garage, pull runny nose Elizabeth out of van (she is laughing at her pitiful momma at this point), send Eli to his bed (who is going most gladly!) and grab that cup of coffee I haven't drank yet.

So, I'm here venting...what to do with a child who legitimately has a bad sinus infection. The feelings a mother has when she is trying all means possible to get her child well and nothing is working (I know I need to give it more time - just started a new "herb" and have a 3rd antibiotic in my back pocket to give later if necessary).

So, I'm here...remembering the words of my sister "there's nothing in second grade he can't learn later".

So, I'm here...