On Valentine’s morning, I had originally written the below post.
“I could post pictures of cute, handmade valentines with handwritten notes and clever themes. Or, I could tell you that we were late to school today, forgetting tiny red flowers for teachers, store bought class valentines, while toting a sick baby boy hot with fever. Britton was quick to point out that she is tired of living three school zones away and thought surely the front office would excuse our tardiness. Sweet girl, I think not. Oh, and Britton insisted on wearing her lime green leopard athletic shorts for her school’s Technology Walk-A-Thon today in the 45 degree wet weather. Raynes has an appointment with his pediatrician Auntie Anna tomorrow, guess I should go ahead and make one for B because she will be next. Whew, now that I have unloaded my dump truck of complaints I feel better.”
I had hoped it would end with some cute photos from the girl’s class Valentine parties. As fate would have it, the story didn’t quite end as I had hoped.
Shortly after, Raynes took a four hour nap (red flag number 2) at my Mom’s house while I quickly drove 2 miles back to my ‘temporary house’ to brush my teeth and grab the tiny pink cupcakes and juiceboxes for the first grade class party. It’s possible that I may, or may not have, realized at this point that I have been wearing the same bra for 10 days. I had promised Kenley weeks earlier, that I would be at her class party. As I am heading back to Mom’s she calls my cell phone to tell me that Raynes had awoken with burning fever, screaming and wheezing and to please hurry back.
I was nearing her house when I a garden truck hit me, luckily nobody was hurt, except for my new car. We quickly exchanged contact information so I could rush towards my sick baby. I made the dreaded phone call to the husband to tell him what happened, when the tears started rolling and then it was about then that all hell broke loose. I got into the good ol’ ugly cry- can’t breathe- can’t think – sobbing cry. I called Auntie Anna and two sentences into me trying to explain what was happening to Raynes the sobbing starts again.
What about the damn cupcakes? Should we take Raynes first? Who is going to pick up the girls from the bus stop? Should I call the insurance company about my un-driveable car now or later? Should I giev Raynes motrin now or wait until the doctor takes his temperature? Where will the girls go after school? Where we go first?
Blank. Lights are on but nobody is home.
At this point, I may, or may not, borrowed half a xanex from a friend.
Mom steps into the decision making role and decides we will quickly run valentines goodies to the school, while she waits patiently in the school parking out while I drop off my goodies and we then quickly head to the pediatrician because I am now convinced something ‘is really wrong’ with my 15 month old that is sitting lethargically and quietly with a temperature of 103.5 in his hand-me-down leopard Britax.
In the examanition room he falls asleep in my arms, and we leave with a diagnosis strep, which is a Robinson family frequent visitor, and also treated with steroids. By midnight, my half a Xanex has worn off when Raynes awakens with blood curling screaming and a crazy look in his eyes. Steroids made him, well.. crazy. It last over an hour and it was uncontroable. Rocking, bottles, medicine, singing, sitting, standing– none of it worked. He wakes up just about everyone in the house- except for maybe Meme who is asleep downstairs. He screamed and screamed until he could scream no more.
The good news is, tomorrow is always a new day and so far- each tomorrow has been slightly better. I know these are all small things but when toppled upon me at the same time– house, renter problems, car accident, two sick children- I had to go and have myself a good little break down and feel much better now. Everything needs a good break down every now and then.
So there you have it. There are no cute Pinterest-made valentine pictures to post but that’s okay because Mike, the kids, and the dogs are all healthy and happy today, less a car and a house.