Today Ive taken deep breaths while waiting at the doctor with my son and little 4 year old C. We had to wait a very long time to get seen but wait we must as N had a very high fever....which dosen't mix well with his seizure disorder. During this time I hear no less than 130 times from MR C " I want to watch Toy Story 3" . Breathe, redirect , move on.
Off to pick up the twins. Now these little guys have downs but don't let that fool you...they are clever. I got such sweet smiles as they climbed in my car ready to go home with me. The sweetness was short lived. They fed cheese crackers to my carpet soon after we got home and took juice in the living room and spilled it. It's a good thing they are great at helping clean up :)
N was done with being calm and patient for the day so it was time to hit H in the car. What on earth do you do when one is hitting another in the back? If I keep pulling over I will never get there.
On to big K and C. I must brag they are huge helpers but there was worry about not being able to get K's mom on the phone and I worried with them. At least untill A decided to attach to me like velcro.
A , along with N and C have the flu. A however did not want to accept the fact that despite everything I had tried she still did not feel one bit better. I failed miserably in my reaction to this child who demanded more sympathy than I had the strength and patience to give.
Now I look around at all 7 of their sweet sleeping faces and I love them all over again. I hope they feel the same way in the morning.