As most of you know, yesterday I was having a rough go of it.  I woke up with a migraine and the day kind of went down hill from there. I feel like pure garbage yesterday.  It spread to body aches and chills.  I was scared to do death that I was coming down with something.

I am sure you moms out there (and the few stay at home dads like me) know how hard it is to take care of little ones when you are sick.  You barely have energy to move let alone chase after kids.  I am man enough to say that I was a sad sight yesterday.  I tried to do whatever I could to keep these children still, but they just weren’t having it.  I don’t know if it was because I wasn’t feeling well or they just had extra energy but I especially couldn’t keep up!

I just kept telling myself that I just needed to make it until bed time.  Why is it when you really need bed time to come, it seems to take longer and longer?  I honestly felt like yesterday was the longest day I have had in a very long time.

Finally bed time came!  I was expecting a huge sigh of relief.   That wasn’t the case at all.  Around about the time I was ready to take that cleansing breathe the daddy calls began.  This one wants a snack, this one wants a drink, this one has to go to the bathroom.  This went on for a couple of more hours.  All I wanted to do was get some rest and feel better, but my children had other plans I guess.

Once all the craziness finally stopped, I laid in bed hoping to get this migraine to finally ease up.  Laying in the dark room helped quite a bit and I was able to drift off to sleep.  The problem is, the migraine came back with a vengeance!  I was up so many times through the night that I was probably better off night sleeping at all.

When my alarm woke me up this morning, I was definitely not ready to get up.  I know I had to get my 5 year old to school but after the night I had, I just needed a few more minutes of quiet.  My 12 year old was already up and ready for school.  She had nothing to do and I desperately needed a little help this morning.  I decided, so that I can try to gather myself for the day, I would ask her to get him dressed for school for me.  The extra time would allow me to gather myself and hopefully not have as bad a day as yesterday.  I was immediately met with resistance.

My 12 year old’s school is literally across the street from my 5 year old’s school so I told her that I would take her at the same time I was going to take him.  She would be a little early but she would get there without being late.  She just kept saying how she wanted to ride the bus.  That translates to I don’t want to help get him dressed so I am going to make an excuse.  Instead just helping me and allowing me to get that extra half hour of quite time, she popped her head in my door every five minutes to update me on the status of my sons dressing process.  This completely defeats the purpose!  She know how bad I felt yesterday and how I am not feeling any better today, yet her wants are more important.  Typical preteen girl.

I was so angry that she couldn’t just help me out when I am feeling horrible that I just jumped out of bed.  It isn’t like I was going to get any additional rest or quiet anyway.  I got myself up and ready and went downstairs to a little girl with a really pissed off look on her face.  What right does she have to get angry with me?  I am the one who feels like crap run over twice!  I just gave her a whatever kind of look and I got them loaded up in the car and we left for school.

I am one of those people who has to tell you that I love you if we are parting ways regardless of how upset I am with you.  So I pulled up to the school to let her out and told her that I loved her.  Do you know what she did?  She mumbled something that kind of sounded like I love you and laughed at me as she shut the door!  What kind of crap is that?  Was something funny?

Now it was time to get the 5 year old to school.  It is his second day of kindergarten and he was excited and ready to go.  I walk him to his class and he is smiling the whole way there.  On day one he was hesitant but today he was raring to go.  I told him that I love him and that I would pick him up after school and he said he loved me too.  I go to walk away and he calls me back.  I turn as he runs back into my arms and gives me a big hug and a kiss.  He looks into my eyes and says “I just wanted to tell you that I will miss you“.  I feel better now.  :)