Lately I've been trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up. I'm 37 and I have so many years of work ahead of me. I love being home with the boys, but soon they will grow up and I will have an empty home to some degree. Jack is 9 1/2yo and Fin is now 6 months and starting solids. Cooper is potty training and Riley is running wild in the neighborhood most warm days (OK, just the park next door, but still without me staring at him every minute!)
The other day I went to pick up Jack and Riley from school. Jack had CSAP testing a few days in row and Thursday was the last day for the school week with a teachers work day on Friday. Of course since Cooper was potty training, I was super paranoid about an accident because he had been so successful the entire day. He was in training pants, so he could afford an accident, right? I even brought his little potty along with a change of clothing and an emergency diaper. And did I mention the dog? Yeah, that was a bright idea for me that day. So we get to the school and Cooper is fussing. I then think it's potty time and have him sit on his little potty. He of course starts pooping before he sits down and the poop is now smearing the back of the pants, ugh. Then Jack jumps in the car sobbing hysterically and the dog decides at that very moment to get excited and stomps on my diet soda (full can) sitting in the drink holder. Soda everywhere, sobbing 9yo and poop smeared toddler. So I'm scowling while cleaning up the toddler and the mess that that brought and trying to figure out why my 9yo is crying. He's screaming that his legs hurt really bad. That he feels sick and that he's felt sick all afternoon. He is like Niagara Falls at this point only take it a few decibels louder and you get my drift. Everyone is cleaned up and the soda is mostly mopped up as best as I could. Thankfully the baby didn't decide to vomit or decide to nurse immediately at that moment, or it could have been even more fun.
So we get moving and as we are driving, I'm getting more concerned about Jack. He is shrieking that his legs hurt. His legs have been hurting off and on for a year and we are on the waiting list to see a Neurologist in a few weeks finally (we've only been waiting for 2 1/2 months at this point, but I digress.) I ask if he thinks it's serious enough to go to the Urgent Care and he says yes. At this point, Cooper decides he wants to use the potty again. And the dog decides that maybe since I'm mad at her, she needs to be in my lap so I can remember how great she is (all 45lbs. of her.) We pull off to the side of the road, I help Cooper out, put him on the potty and he laughs and says that he is all done, except he poops the tiniest of the tiniest turds. So I wipe him and now just throw him back in the backup diaper as the day is going to shit, literally. I rush the dog home, grab some quick drinks and snacks and yes, another diaper and backup outfit. I ditch the potty because I'm so done at this point. We head to the Urgent Care and now the baby poops. So I take Cooper and Gryffin into the restroom and change Gryffin. Cooper decides he wants to potty, so I let him and he tinkles, yay! I'm so flippin' frazzled and just throw him back in the dry diaper. We clean our hands and head back to the waiting area with Jack and Riley to eat some snack. Within 5 minutes Cooper poops (during which Gryffin needed to be fed, thank God for my milk filled breasts.) Who knew that child could poop that flippin' much??? So I grab Riley since Jack is super out of it in pain and have Riley sit on the floor of the bathroom holding wiggly Gryffin while I change Coopers diaper. I get that taken care of just in time to see Riley lay Gryffin belly down on the floor of an Urgent Care bathroom. Germ horror abounds in my head and I try not to do the howler monkey scream and grab Fin immediately and disinfect everyone's hands.
We leave the restroom and Jack is playing with my iPhone app with his legs curled under him and totally animated with delight. Hmm. I'm thinking the leg pain is gone. The nurse comes out at that moment and I ask Jack if his legs hurt and he says, nope. So I tell the nurse we are leaving and we head out of there. They'll just refer me to the neurologist we are about to see in a few weeks anyway, so why bother.
This is why I want to go back to school. This is why I need "me" time. I am so overwhelmed being a Mom some days it will be nice to get to know myself again after all this time. I love my kids and I love my adventures and after the day I had? I laughed. So now it's time to do some research and figure out what else can bring me some personal joy to share with my family in a positive way. Wish me luck!
