Hello again!
I am currently hiding out in my bedroom with baby. I told my husband that I think I picked up a bug in the hosptial just to get a few minutes peace. However, I hear the tractor spluttering to life outside so I think he pretended not to hear me as usual and took off up the boreen to get his mommy's hay bales.
We get off to a bad start this morning when we sleep in. The baby is my new alarm clock lately as he usually wakes at 6 30 am each morning. This morning of all mornings he decides to sleep until nearly 8am and so makes us all late. There goes my lovely idea of making Child#3 birthday pancakes. I wish him happy birthday and promise to make the pancakes later this evening. I repeatedly ring my mother in law's mobile. No answer. She clearly does not want to mind the baby today. Child#1 kindly feeds the others while I feed the baby. He also packs the nappy bag and helps usher the younger kids in to the car. He loses some of his brownie points when I find him waiting outside in the cold with the baby in his arms in nothing but a light baby gro. I screech at him to get inside with the baby and asked what he was playing at. He looks at me blankly beneath his long fringe...the new style apparently. I put the poor baby in his car seat and run back into the house to catch the cats, turn off the lights, etc. The St. Bernard barricades me in the utility sliming me with her drool. I try to coax her out with a slice of cheddar cheese...her favourite. Suddenly we are both startled to see Child#3 stumble through the door screaming and leaning to the side dramatically as if he had been shot. Child#2 has alledgedly walloped him. I go outside to see why he'd do such a thing, especially on the poor lad's birthday. All I can see is Child#1 chasing Child#2 round and round the car trying his utmost to kick Child#2 up the arse for hurting Child#3 on his birthday. Apparently it is ok to do so any other day. I give one of my infamous screeches and soon they are all in the car. Then I spy Child#2's attire. I roar at him to get in to the house and put his school uniform on. He keeps asking me why. I get madder and madder thinking he has something seriously wrong with him wondering why he has to wear his uniform to school when suddenly I actually listen to what he is saying. He has an appointment today and is going with me to the hosptial. Ah yes of course. I am losing my mind. I was rushing so much I completely forgot that he was indeed coming with me and not going to school.
Finally, we are on our way. I drop Child#3 and Child#5 to school, then pick up my Mom and off we go.
I stop for diesel and warn the kids not to get out of the car. By the time I finish filling the diesel, Child#1 and 2 are in the shop ahead of me queuing at the deli counter buying sausages and bars even though they just had breakfast. I give out to them all the way to the big city every time I hear a rustle of a sweet paper or fizz of their fizzy drink opening. I dole out dire warnings about Child#1 diabetes and about them breaking their braces but they do not listen and just grin back at me in rear view mirror.
Soon we reach the city and I drop my Mom to the bus station. I am quite smug that I made it in so easily and I find my way back to the hospital quickly. All continues to go well as my husband meets me at the hosptial and takes Child#1 for his xray while I go to Child#4 in Paeds.
Child#4 is in his not speaking mood and just stares ahead when I arrive. We go to the playroom and I sit and feed the baby while the others play. The play therapist comments how they have a lot of patients in today. I say nothing and keep head down...most of them are my own kids and not patients!
We spend the day in the hospital waiting for Child#4 to be discharged. Each of us getting more cranky by the minute. My husband returns with Child#1 and I leave to go for lunch with baby and Child#1 and 2. The boys run ahead and when I catch up I find Child#2 in a Cafe having a hot chocolate and danish pastry!
As I am going across the road for lunch and out of the dirty hospital I hiss at him to hurry up. I am so afraid that we will catch Swine Flu or meningitis.
After lunch, my husband and I swap again and he goes to the dentist with Child#2.
I entertain the others in the playroom and call into the Diabetes Clinic to get some testers for Child#1.
I meet the dietician on route and assure her Child#1 is being good even though he had just polished off a bar of chocolate, a protein bar and a bag of crisps in the playroom.
Before long we are ready to go. I am so happy to be getting Child#4 home safe and sound again. I speed towards the exit of hospital delighted to be beating the traffic. I turn left for home and suddenly hear a loud screech from the back of the car. It appears Child#4 has regained his power of speech. 'What about Smyths?' he roars.
I promise to bring him next week. But no joy. I have to turn back...back into the traffic. He gets his toy and I finally head for home. My husband demands to drive so we swap over and I sip my tea while he slowly eats his Hunky Dory crisps. He slowly eats each crisp taking long breaks between each handful. I try to be patient and a kind loving wife. It doesn't last long. I lose it and roar 'Eat them, just effing eat them and finish them'. It is not my fault. It is a known medical condition called misonia or something. Sufferers cannot stand the sound of noisy eaters. My husband puts on his hurt face and silently drives on. He goes over a bump and hot tea goes into my eye. I accuse him of doing it on purpose but he denies it. However, the satisfied glint in his eye does not go unnoticed.
I have to pick up Child#3's school friend on the way home as I promised Child#3 a small birthday party and a sleepover. I really am a glutton for punishment.
I run into Supervalu to buy a cake. I again warn the boys to stay in the car. Lo and behold Child#2 appears again behind me in the sweet aisle, throwing in 'just this' and before I know it I have spent over 50 euro on a cake, 2 ice cream cakes that are conveniently Child#2's favourite and a load of sweets.
I open a packet of liqourice alsorts and assure my husband that I'll only have the pink and yellow ones which are my favourite. I give out about how I would be lucky to get three of them as they are normally so scarce in a packet so it would not jeopardise my recovery. As luck/unluck would have it,there are about 20 of the damn things in the packet and I arrive home wih glazed over eyes and sugar coma.
Child#3 is delighted to see his friend and his many birthday cakes and I am happy to see him happy. My mother in law tries to convince me that the lady whose funeral I am booked to play at tomorrow was actually buried today. I have to show her death notices on my phone to finally convince her that she is wrong.
Child#4 and 5 are in bed now and Child 1, 2, 3 and school friend are on the xbox.
No sign of my husband back yet. He has to work tomorrow as he missed two days while in the hospital with Child#4. I will have to take all the kids with me tomorrow to music lessons now. I am always uneasy going back there as last time the baby had explosive diarrohea all over her carpet while I changed him on my knee. Child#3 melted the sole of his shoe on the glass door of her stove another time.
Anyway, I better go. I have to do laundry, stack dishwasher and take off my estee lauder makeup that I wore today for my big outing to the city.
PS No workout today. Anna Saccone put up a new video today on goal setting and how she did her last workout of the week. At 5 30 am. Emily Norris modelled all her new fit gear. I'll be more diligent tomorrow.
PPS My Mom is gone! For a whole week! My sister stole her away to Dublin. Poor Mom had no choice but to leave us when my sister kept complaining of a sore leg. It will be a long, lonely week for me and a long, hungry week for my younger sister!
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