We're running on fumes around here.
I feel completely frazzled yet still love my life and family. The holidays are always a busy time. Add in 4 very small children, fall/winter illnesses, traveling, being Marcel's guardian, and forever changing infant schedules and it becomes busier than busy. The funny (sad?!) thing is, I'm always home. I never leave the house except to drive to Lilly's preschool to drop her off or pick her up. Otherwise, I'm stuck in the house every single day due to naps, naps, naps, and the challenge of going out with all 4 kids alone. You'd think I would get so much done but the most frustrating thing is that I have a to-do list but don't have the ability to do anything on the list because I run around like a crazy person all day long meeting the needs of our kids.
An hour can often look something like this:
Feed a baby while trying to entertain or watch the big girls, change the baby, tell the girls to hang on I'm almost done only to have the second baby start to flip out, feed the second baby while walking around and straightening a few things or feed the baby while reading a book to Ella or making a phone call to schedule/change a doctor's appointment (good thing no one comes to the door because I am often half dressed due to feeding). I finally get both babies fed and changed to have one of the girls crying or one of the babies crying because they're tired or it's time to pack up to go get Lilly. That involves putting one baby in the car seat (he flips out), soothing him, putting in the second baby (he flips out), soothing him, packing bag, soothing crying baby(ies), making a juice cup for Ella and packing more wipes/diapers and Ella's pinky, getting Ella dressed/shoes/jacket, putting Ella in the van, running back inside to get crying baby, soothe baby, take baby #1 out to the van, run back inside to get baby #2, check to see if I forgot anything, put baby #2 in the van and oftentimes taking one or both babies out to change a blowout which means going back inside and doing it all over again.
That's just one hour.
Anyway, none of these are complaints, it's just the way it is right now and we're sort of riding the waves hoping we make it to the sandbar so we can rest a while.
Yesterday Luke was having a hard time falling asleep. I was playing with the girls in the basement and kept running upstairs to put Luke's binky in (he was in the swing - "Thank you God for the swing, Amen") and in the process of going back and forth Ella tumbled down the bottom basement step. According to Lilly it wasn't a big fall. The carpet is shag and very soft. When I got to Ella, she wasn't even crying but was trembling. I picked her up and held her and then ran upstairs to get the vacuum cleaner and proceeded to vacuum the basement. After I finished I did a few more things and played some more with Lilly before realizing Ella wasn't putting weight on her right foot and she was whimpering and crying every time I left her side.
Fast forward three hours and Ella was still limping and whimpering so I took her to the ER for some x-rays.
She had a great time in the Emergency Room. I'm not sure if it was because she had 1 on 1 Mommy time or if it was because she was up past her bedtime or if she simply thought it was a really cool place but she was happy and the nurses loved her.
Her foot is fine. The doctor said her heel is swollen and bruised so I'm assuming that's what's causing her to continue (all day) to limp. I was grateful for no broken bones to add to the craziness of our life. Not to mention our little girl is turning 2 in two days and I would have hated to see her in a cast on her birthday!
Here's to health, happiness, and time to smell the roses.