Sometimes It's Hard

Well, the school year came and went. We, and when I say we I should probably just say me because Paul is a good sport and humors me, decided that co-oping is not really our cup of tea. Ella will be starting a new preschool next year which I am very excited about. There will be actual sit down writing time which I think she is going to excel in. We will of course miss her teacher from this year.

Probably the most exciting thing for us this year was Paul being offered out of the blue an awesome job which he accepted. Life has pretty much been normal. I'm still staying home with the kids. Sometimes it's hard, but most of the time it's awesome. This week was tough because Paul was out of town for most of the week for his job and so I was pretty worn out by the time he arrived home a few evenings ago. Then back to work he went the next morning. Not much time for recuperating, which I wasn't really bothered with, until today.

Today, today, TODAY. Thank goodness it is Friday. Turns out, Ella has a bladder infection, poor little girl. Apparently it was bothering her yesterday, but she neglected to tell me. This afternoon she announced her pains and so off to urgent care we went. I'm sure if you've had a kid with a bladder infection you can understand how wiggly and upset they get when they try to use the bathroom.

It was a trying afternoon at the doctors office. I will spare you the details, lets just say there was an accident on the chair in the waiting room. Quinn was along for the ride, literally, as in I was his ride. I either always have to hold him or I am trying to wrangle him as he runs away from me on his tippy toes. Strollers don't cut it with him especially if it's a stationary one. At one point there was a tantrum while there on Ella's part and I myself broke down and had one of my own. The tears just sprang out before I knew what hit me. Thank goodness we were already in our room and only the nurse was there to witness me. Don't worry, it wasn't the kind of tantrum you see from a toddler, more just a burst of tears out of frustration from the day and exhaustion from the week we had. It quickly came and went. I apologized to the nurse for my little outburst and she admitted to me that she also had burst into tears today as well, in front of the doctor. Who knows if it truly happened to her, but her comment did make me feel better. A few deep breaths and I was good to go again. Such is life. Ella got her meds and we are all on the mend mentally and physically. Did I mention it's Friday?