Tis the Season

This morning was rough. Rough. Rough. Rough.
My baby girl has been sick pretty much since October. Well, she is sick again and this morning had a fever and woke up tired and grumpy. She sucked down her bottle quickly and even more quickly . . . upchucked it all over me, her, and the couch. Lovely. And on a school morning when I am supposed to be the back up nursery worker at my son's school.

I tried to call about 12 different people trying to get someone to cover my shift and get a ride for my son so that I could take baby girl to the doctor . . . again. To no avail. Doesn't anyone keep their phones on?!?!?!?!

Alas, I called the school and talked to the director who said they probably wouldn't need me today anyway because of blah blah blah. Yes!! Yay! Tender Mercy.

Was able to get a hold of the doctor's office and got a 10 am appt. Yes. Perfect. I will drop boy off at school and go to doctor with girls.

Well, all was hunky dory for about 2 minutes and then baby girl began to cry. Then she began to scream. Then she began to follow me around on her hands and knees, snotting, slobbering, crying, and crying some more all while I was frantically trying to get older girl dressed, boy ready, and bags ready.

We got out the door . .. barely . . . and the girls were fairly pleasant on the way to the school and then the doctor. On the way to the doctor I had the thought, "Man, I am so tired. I wish I could just sleep in, exercise, and read."

The next moment, the thought came, "There is a time and season for everything. Enjoy this season of your life."

So, I did. I made up this song on the way to the doctors office and belted it at the top of my lungs in my minivan. And it was rather enjoyable....

Tis the Season to have babies
Falalalalalalalala
Even if you get the crazies
Falalalalalalalala
Wiping bums and snotty noses
Falala lalala la la la
This is not my bed of roses
Falalalala la la la la