Appointments!

We sleep in this morning again because I turned off the alarm while still half asleep at 6 30a.m. Child#4 is waking in the early hours and crying lately and Child#3 and 5 wake up then so we are having a lot of disrupted sleep. It is quite infuriating considering that the baby is sleeping through the night! Child#1 misses the bus so my husband takes him to school. I feed the baby and then run downstairs to ensure everyone is ready. My mother in law arrives to mind the baby and I step outside to discover that my car is gone! I ring my husband and demand to know where he is and why he took my car. He says he is nearly home and that he had to drop Child#1 to school. I know that Child#1 has been at school for well over half an hour so I am quite suspicious. My husband arrives within ten minutes and my suspicions are justified when I see him try to hide two breakfast rolls behind his back. I give out to him for delaying me as I still have to go to the city for Child#1's dietician appointment .

He sheepishly slinks off to his friend's car and takes off to work.

I complete the school run and return home to have a quick breakfast and pack for the baby. I manage to squeeze in two 7 minute Lucy Windham Reid workouts and then run upstairs to take off my trusty tracksuit put on decent clothes. I put the baby and the buggy in the car and speed out to collect Child#1.

I park the car and run up the steps to the secondary school. Teenagers peer at me beneath their long fringes with distrustful eyes. All the boys look the same to me as I look around for Child#1. I pounce on the smallest looking boy that I presume is a First Year and ask him to go and find my son. He runs off to get Child#1 and soon we are on our way.

I treat Child#1 to a nice lunch on route to the hospital. I pay six euro for a sandwich that Child#1 ends up pulling apart because he does not like tomatoes, lettuce and onion. We arrive at the hospital shortly after and I struggle to find parking. I rush through the hospital grounds towards the diabetes clinic, terrified of picking up some bug. The dietician calls us in and I settle down to ask my questions. However, she won't talk to me at all and directs all her questions at Child#1. I understand diabetes is his condition and that he has to manage it but I am the one who prepares his meals and argues with him about his diet. Child#1 gives a lovely edited run down of his daily diet as I fume in the background. I try several times to interject and tell the truth but I am shut down each time. Finally, I explode that he ate a chocolate bar just before we arrived at the clinic. She looks at me disdainfully and condescendingly tells me that we are not here to discuss his diet right now but to revise carb counting. We spend over an hour discussing carb values and how to use his insulin pump in a more effcient way. Once out of the clinic, Child#1 and I argue all the way back to the car park about him damaging his braces from drinking fizzy drinks. We hurry home to make Music Lessons and thankfully Child#1 decides not to go to rugby training. It has been a very long day and I am dying to get home and have a cup of tea. I pick up the other four children off my Mom and head home. 

My husbands has dinner on. The house is freezing and I give out to him because the heat is not fixed yet. I confiscate all phones and tablets off the children and urge them to do their homework. 

They are now safely in bed and I am getting ready for an early start tomorrow...another hospital appointment. The laundry and hoousework is piling up as I have not been home all week between hospital and Doctor appointments and masses and funerals. I did not even blog yesterday because of the busyness!I was going all day, rushing from one thing to another until I got a rotten headache. 

I have a smear test Thursday morning that was due last year! Friday is an appointment free day so I plan to tackle the housework then. Child#1 will be an official teenager tomorrow! I must plan a little party and order something designer online.

I better go get some sleep so I won't sleep in again tomorrow!

Good night!