I hate being a mom sometimes...

Today started out great (click here for previous post), and then hubby called to tell me that Eva said her tummy hurt and didn't eat her waffle, but brought it to school with her. I said, "Well, she woke me up at 5 am and said she was hungry, so I gave her some grahm crackers and refilled her cup with water" He said, "Well, she didn't eat the crackers and her cup was full." So I figured she was just hungry. So I pick her up from school and the teacher says that she wasn't her usual peppy self and complained of being cold all day. Ding, ding! She must have caught a cold. So we go home and I give her some tylenol and I ask her if she wants to go to ballet and swimming today, that we could stay home if she wasn't up to it. She said she wanted to go and then, SURPRISE! hubby came home really early (3:30) so that I didn't have to bring the trips with. So I'm really exicited, thinking that since there was a half hour between ballet and swimming, we'd go to the kitty shelter and play with the kitties there. After ballet, Eva comes out crying and says, "Mom, I just want to go home and go to bed." Now I KNOW she's sick!! So on the way home, I'm a little bummed out because we didn't get to have a special day, but also because she's not feeling well. Then Eva says to me, "Mom, remember the last time I was sick and you told me that if I couldn't make it to the potty, to throw up in the wastebasket?" "Yes" - Oh My God! Please do not tell me you have to throw up, right here, right now!! "Well, I did that at school today." Huh? No one told me about that!! "Honey, did the teacher or a parent help you?" "No mom, everyone was outside playing and I came in to go potty, but couldn't make it." Oh great! I can't WAIT for school tomorrow! lol
So, why do I hate being a mom? Because Eva is sick and there's NOTHING that I can do to make it go away. I hurt knowing that she doesn't feel well and that no matter what I do, it will bring a smile to her, but she will still feel crummy. How helpless I feel. I wish I could just place my hand on her and say, "Be well" and she would be. (sigh)

My mornings are easier (sorta, lol)

I'm so excited (and this is sooo sad!). I saw in Sunday's paper that Menards had a 4 slot toaster on sale, so I went there yesterday and picked it up. What's wrong with the old toaster? Nothing, except that it only has 2 slots. With 4 kids, it takes forever to make toaster waffles, or bagels, or even toast in the morning! It's hard enough bringing one baby downstairs, change them, bring them into the kitchen and put them into their highchair, give them cheerios, pop two waffles in the toaster, run upstairs, get the 2nd baby, bring him downstairs, change him, bring him into the kitchen and put him into the highchair, give him cheerios, take out the two waffles, put two more waffles in, run upstairs, get the last baby, change her, bring her into the kitchen, give her cheerios, fetch the last two waffles out, put them aside, give one cooled waffle to Eddie, split the other cooled waffle in half, then half again and give a quarter to Ella and a quarter to Eddie. Then put milk in sippy cups and give each baby their sippy cup. Then make coffee for myself (I KNOW, I should do that first, but I'm just too lazy to run downstairs, make coffee, then run BACK upstairs to get a baby!!) and figure out what I'm going to eat! Are ya tired yet? All this takes around 40 min's each morning. The only way it gets quicker is if Jer is home. But anyway, this morning, when I brought the first baby into the kitchen, I put in 4 waffles into the toaster and a bagel for myself into the old toaster, got the 2nd baby and when I brought him into the kitchen, the food was done! By the time I brought the 3rd baby into the kitchen, the waffles were ready to eat! Whoo, hooo! They got their food faster, which means LESS whining! Oh, gotta love that!