Plans do not always work out as planned...

This week has just been one of those weeks where I feel like I have gotten absolutely nothing done! This past weekend we stayed at my parent's house and watched my 4 of younger siblings while my parents were away at a couples retreat. My sister and her husband also went to the same retreat so her oldest two daughters stayed at my parents with us. So between 3 dogs (1 being my massive and slightly annoying German shepherd) the random age assortment and needs of 10 children/adults, soccer games, Jackson coming down with a random 103 fever and Jake working all weekend, (how he managed to escape the craziness by working I'll never know!) It made for a fun yet crazy weekend.

So anyway, Sunday evening when I got home I was just a wee bit tired and terribly behind on laundry that I hadn't gotten to last week. I went to bed planning to get to the laundry and everything else first thing Monday morning. Well, at this moment my fried brain cells can't remember what stopped me from... oh wait, I just remembered. Monday morning the kids both slept in till 9:30 so naturally I did also and it was AMAZING, but then as I was feeding the baby, and trying to get Jack breakfast I remembered that I had volunteered to make a friend (who just had a new baby) dinner. I of course didn't have any of the stuff to make it, so I had to make a quick run to the store, and by the time I had gotten home, made lunch, laid Jack down for a nap, sent my husband off to work, fed Caroline again, made the meal up and cleaned up my mess of a kitchen it was time to drop the meal off. On my way to bringing the meal my gas light in the van came on, and after dropping the meal off, I realized both children had poopy diapers and it was almost time for Caroline to eat yet again. So I made a quick stop into my mom's to change the diapers and feed the baby, and somehow got roped into staying and helping make dinner and decorating a cake from my Grandma's birthday. Then of course I had to stay for dinner. :) I skipped dessert though because Jackson had already snuck into the cake while nobody was looking, and I had to stop and get gas before the gas station closed. By the time I got home I was pretty worn out, so I decided that the laundry would still be there tomorrow so I laid on the couch and waited for Jake to get home from work. After he got home, I stood up to say hi, and I all the sudden felt sicker then a dog. I mean my head was pounding and I felt like I was going to vomit. Don't worry, that's not my normal reaction to seeing my husband. ;) I went to bed hoping to sleep it off. Yeah, not so much.

So now on to Tuesday, I woke up feeling just as awful as when I had gone to bed. My body ached, my skin hurt, my head was pounding, I felt nauseous still. Even my scalp hurt. Jake had school all day and had to leave early, so It was just me, the kiddos and Gunner. The dog must have sensed I wasn't feeling well, because he was perfectly awful for most of the day, and both children managed to get dirty enough to need a bath. I must say that sick days as a mother are much less relaxing then they were before.  Jake got home at 4, and He took care of Jackson so I was able to rest. Tuesday ended with watching Parenthood with Jake, and still no laundry being done.

Today I woke up feeling great, and I had great hopes for getting all the laundry and chores done. I got most of the house cleaned in the morning, and after lunch and laying Jackson down for his nap, my husband texted me and said he had forgotten his badge for work, and wondered if I could bring it down to him after the kids woke up. Jackson took an extra long nap today, so I was able to throw some laundry in (planning to finish it this evening), but it also meant we didn't head down to see Jake until close to 5. So by the time we got home it was after 6. We had dinner, played outside for a bit, and snuggled on the couch until bedtime. As it got close to bedtime Jack started getting whiny, and by the time we headed up to bed, he was kind of crying. I assumed he just didn't want to go to bed. When we got up to bedroom he started to climb into bed, but he didn't have his pajamas on yet, so I told him to get out of bed and he just dropped to the ground and started screaming. He never throws fits at bedtimes, so I didn't know what his deal was. I laid Caroline half dressed in her crib and walked out of the room to grab something. I walked back in, and Jackson is standing there covered in throw up and crying hysterically. I have nothing to clean him off with so I used my shirt to try and clean him off, only to have him throw up again. I carried him downstairs and rinsed him off in the tub, and carried him back upstairs so I could dress him, finish dressing Caroline (who was also screaming by this time) and clean the throw up off the carpet before I threw up from the smell of it. I managed to get everything cleaned up, Caroline to bed, and Jackson cried himself to sleep in my arms. Poor baby, here I thought he was throwing a royal fit, when he actually is probably just like me in the fact that sickness hits him like a ton of bricks out of the clear blue.

So no, as you can probably guess, I have not gotten any laundry done this evening. Instead I have been sitting here snuggling my sick little boy, praying for him, and holding him when he randomly wakes up.  Yes this week has been crazy and not how I would have planned, but I am grateful that everyday is new and that God is in complete control. On that note, lets hope tomorrow runs a little smoother as I am running out of clean clothes :)