And the Madness Continues

At the requests of my fans, and by fans I mean my sis Rachie , I have gotten back on the blogging saddle to start again - just like those good intentions that never really happen - I thought I would be blogtastic - which means always on writing cute little stories - well - I'm one of those people who doesn't get a lot of "ME" time - I have "house time" and "kids and baby time" and "hubby time" but where do I fit in time for myself...the age old question of all mothers? Ok - so this is starting to sound like a rant - lets change gears - I have been wanting to write what has happened in our household the last couple of weeks....it goes like this - Once upon a time - I decided to sign up to participate in a 3 day consignment shop sale - you tag all our items according to their specifications - bring in your things - they go through them - you stand there trying not to cry while they reject perfectly good things - and the items they accept get put out on the floor for sale - you make so much depending on how much time you volunteer etc...so - the final week to prepare my items come upon me - I waited too long and now I'm frantic trying to sort all my kids clothes out - stains versus non stains - I set up my supplies - iron and ironing board - ultra violet stain detecting light for stains I might have missed - hangers - safety pins etc...That Saturday - after the baby finishes her bottle - she sits up - coughs and then throws up with the force of a fire hose - never before have I seen anything like that - for such a little peanut - she could really blow her formula...so now she is officially sick - we spend the weekend wearing rain gear and face shields. By Sunday - she had only puked once - so I'm thinking "great - we're outta the woods. Monday I start making my tags - no hurry - the sun is shining so I take the kids out to play - Macy throws up in the neighbors yard while I am talking to my neighbor - not a good sign - maybe it was just bad tuna fish - so I come back inside and make a bed for her in the living room so I can keep on working - then the chills and fever comes on followed by her throwing up while lying on her back - and it wasn't the clear pukies it was chunks galore - so that means I have to throw everything that got sprayed in the laundry - and carry her to the tub - two trips to the tub - to get all the chunks out of her thick hair - all this time trying not to throw up myself. After doses of meds and clean jammies and emptied puck buckets - Round One was over.
Round Two - Tuesday - so we all get - Mikey went and slept at Grandma's house - to avoid getting sick...that afternoon as he's on the couch watching cartoons - he tells me " I feel sick" and then throws up into his sisters puke bucket...so now we have three sickies in the house. That night I enlist (beg) the help of my mom and friend - "Please help me iron and make tags" - so we work until the vomiting scares them off.
Round Three - Wednesday I really start to panic - I have tons of things to tag and organize and bag and tape - and my volunteer shift is Thursday - plus I have a nagging stomach ache that won't go away - probably something I ate...that evening I toss my cookies and sleep until Thursday afternoon. I force myself to get ready and go face the judgement of the Wee Peats!! My friend told me to have thick skin - you stand there as they judge your items - finding minute stains that are probably just reflections from their cataracts - but that is how tough they are....so after consigning my items - I start my volunteer shift - and I do the same thing to other defenseless women!! It was awful. I couldn't wait to get out.
Round Four - The volunteering pays off - I get free admittance and a early bird show to the sale - the other workers warned me that it gets very hairy and that I should map out a game plan. After waiting in line with my mom - sister and baby - we enter - I could almost hear the Hallelujah Chorus and then a gun shot rang out and the women ran into the warehouse like crazed maniacs - it was all I could do to avoid being trampled - I sent my sister off towards the bath seats - I sent my mom over to clothes - I ran up and down the isles grabbing the items I had wanted. Then above the din I hear a baby crying - "That Poor Mom" I thought to myself - too bad for her - and then I see my mom rushing towards me with the baby buggy - that's my baby - I'm the Poor Mom - sweet little baby Maddy, who was all smiles in the line - was all red and sweaty and crying her eyes out - well - we'll solve this prob with a bottle - I start to dig through the diaper bag - then I start throwing things out of the diaper bag - where are the 2 bottles that I made before I left - and then like in slow motion - the I realized that Daddy didn't put the bottles in the bag for me - I grabbed my cell and called him - "You didn't tell me to put them in the bag - I was just asking you what they were for" was his reply. I think that smoke really came out of my ears at that point. I had to go and buy used bottles - praying they were clean - make up a bottle and finally the baby stopped crying - but the fun doesn't end there...after that - with a buggy loaded with clothes - the baby is starting to fuss and then I smell the smell of all smells - big poops - and they were all over - and this place doesn't have a baby changing table in the rest rooms - so I find a flat area and change her - emergency solved - then Daddy calls - I thought you were going to be home in two hours - I have to go out....what - does he think I'm having fun shopping ?!? I'm sweating and smelly and completely exhausted. I think I was KO - but I made it home - to another round of poopy pants and a bath for baby in the sink. And that was my Wee Peats experience.
Side note - Daddy and both Grandma's also got the pukies.