Everything's Under Control

It's 10:24pm, the kids are finally in bed. It's been a long and tiring day. Hubby was up late last night, very sick. He didn't go to bed until 4am this morning - he slept downstairs. Poor guy.

Last night was a late night for me as well, but not as bad as for hubby. I climbed into bed at 1am. I am nursing my youngest kiddo and he typically sleeps through the night, so I wake up to do the famous "pump" at 3am (which turned into 3:45am this morning). At 4:40am, the little one's monitor started to squak and squeak, from what I understood at the time, little one's awoken. Since I just finished "pumping", I make a bottle, change his diaper, feed him and put him back to bed at 5:15am, yay...got the situation under control. I awoke to the sounds of Evan singing "Old McDonald had a farm...e..i...e...i...ooo, at 7:40 this morning. I managed to roll out of bed and retrieve my eldest offspring. We climbed the stairs and my youngest offspring started to cry. Daddy was still not well, so he slept. Evan and I approached the nursery with crying baby and got the situation under control. Both children are hungry at the same time...of course. Once again, got the situation taken care of and under control.

Then...surprisingly, I hear Daddy climbing the stairs. I was a bit nervous anticipating his arrival at the top of the staircase, thinking he'd still be miserable. I was shocked, he looked great, just a bit tired. 11am, the doorbell rings. The ADT guy is here to complete installation of our new security system (finally)...and it's under control.

12:00noon, we decide to take the entire family to a trip to the Home Depot. I drove, once again, to rescue my drained sanity. We arrive and the place is stupidly busy. We manage to look at what we came for, and left empty handed. However, we will have memories of our Home Depot visit on September 2nd - cranky children, poopy little one, tantruming big one (received time out during Home Depot visit), and a cranky Momma. Daddy handled the situation and got it under control.

We safely make it home, dealt with more issues of our non-eating, spastic 2 1/2 year old. Got kiddos down to nap (yaaaayyyy!!!). I decided I needed to go to Target for the ever so popular diaper run. Once again, it's stupidly busy. I made it home safe, with diapers and other miscellaneous wonderful Target items....and life is under control.

We had company tonight and it was great. Except for the fact that I was a major funk. I felt as though I was having an out of body experience, possibly resulting from exhaustion. Things seemed in slow motion and I was moving at an incredible "slow" rate of speed. I managed, got through the evening, and now everything is under control.

As I sit here and relax typing away, I look back at my day and realize how lucky and blessed I am, as I always do. I am anxious to go to bed and get some sleep tonight, where I can comfortably sleep with my husband next to me. It's so strange to go to bed without him there, it feels as though there's a void...something major missing, and I do not sleep well. Thank goodness he's feeling better tonight, I need to feel safe, secure and taken care of. Even though he was just downstairs last night, I felt I had to take on all responsibility of our home, worrying about every creek and crack the house made, worrying about him, the kids, the dog, the cats...I'm sure you get the point. Now I'm going to close my blog here, go to bed with my husband next to me feeling safe, secure and taken care of, and wake up tomorrow to start another day of un-anticipated activity, I'm sure....and everything will be under control.

God bless and good night.