With all the difficulties of raising children and somehow trying to find time to take care of ourselves and even exercise, it can be an exhausting task! Then with the rise of H1N1 and the seasonal flu who has time to exercise! I know it is hard!
My girlfriend wrote this email to me recently and I thought it was so funny (and relatable to all of us) I had to share it. With her permission and names changed here it is. Enjoy.
Amy is the Mother of 4 kids, ages 9 , 7, 4, and 2. Elle is the only girl.
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Elle (4 year old) messed up her right foot Sat. night while hanging with the boys in the basement. I thought her foot was broken because of the way it looked, but it turned out to be just a bad sprain/crush of some sort– the kids were messing around with the stationary bike and her foot got caught.
ER, sit and wait, wait , wait.
We’re in.
X-rays– no broken bones. Swollen, bruised. Tender.
She did great– I kept her spirits up and we’re good.
Okay- fine– we wrap, we ice, we haul her around all w/e because she can’t walk on it.
Monday comes.
Luke didn’t reset alarm and I’m running late. Elle is grumpy. Scramble to get kids thrown together, (I was to work in a different clinic that day), drop off kids (barely made it in time for their breakfast, whew– that would’ve really put us behind at home), inform teachers of her foot issue, “can’t bear weight yet. Needs to be carried around, needs help to get up to bathroom,etc, etc.” Totally sweating by this point from hauling both kids (heavy) up and down stairs with crutches — that is load!
Fly to office, grab computer, run to other clinic- and get call as I am walking through the door that “Elle can’t really stay at preschool/daycare because of liability of carrying her,” (for staff) and I have to either get her crutches/wheelchair to cart her around. (The word form the almighty manager.) “Oh, okay……(pause…..pause….) ..I’ll figure it out…”
Total melt down (didn’t know it, but PMS-ing …( as I figured out later) in front of a few co-workers— stress came out the eyeballs (embarrassing) Okay- pulled together, made 100 calls to every pharmacy, pediatrician office, medical device place, finally called the ER at St. Francis where she was seen Sat.- sure enough- yes they have a pair.
Went to St. Francis took forever– (as does everything this day.) Got it. Elle fit fine. Gave her a brief in-service in crutch use— not great, but she’ll manage with a little assistance from her teachers.
Back to work, lost a chunk of time– but back in the groove. Computer problems (no access all day, but finally at 4pm I’m in; Way behind in work, charting, 70-some work e-mails I haven’t read; busy week ahead of me… with some classes, events for breast-cancer awareness, etc. …..so, totally behind.
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So, Tuesday: What’s my problem??? Running late, again, (hard to factor in this lame-4-year-old-thing) Elle stubborn about using her ridiculously short crutches– sweating, literally, to get them both to their classes in time.
Nope. Didn’t make it in time.
Missed breakfast this time– (guy teacher saw I was stressed and offered to help, Elle fell on way in as I insisted that she keep trying….), sat her down…”I guess, I’ll have to go find you some breakfast and bring it back for you., ” I said. (As if I had time for that!) — uh, oh….starting to feel overloaded again, but (barely) hold it together– time’s ticking, running late….gotta hurry. Drop off Max (2-year-old) in his class, food waiting for him, thankfully.
Back to same clinic, only 1 RN in so far– supposed to be 4. Back -up LPN from other side of clinic “pinch-hitting” for me– giving shot, forms, filling more syringes….with that look of “where have you been, you’re late.”
Yes, yes, I know. If you only knew how much effort it took me to get here—

Get a call from Erick’s (7-year-old) school—“he puked, you’ve got to pick him up.”
NO! I can’t ….
Maybe Luke can drop everything and do it, he’s already out there, he has sick time.
PLEASE not this mama!
Call, call, text, call Luke’s main office # — he’s in a seminar or something out of the building and he’s not in his classroom- not available, not responding. I guess I have to go. (Even begged In-laws to help but they gave me several excuses…I knew Erick crashing on their couch was not an option– totally fine, just thought I’d check my resources.)
Okay, realize, I’m the only one– so, I needed to find back-up for clinic. (Another RN had to leave to help her daughter deliver a baby, so, we’re going to be down two RNs in short order— is anybody out there??) Even though my stack of things to chart keeps growing. Gave one gal a shot— knew I needed to head out….pronto. Finally left. Coverage coming.
En route- call from Erick’s school nurses office…”It’s been almost an hour since I called you…”
(Again, if you only knew what I’ve been through to find coverage for work stuff…you’d understand…. anyway. ) Apologies, …”coming from Prior Lake…” etc., etc— “be there in 5 min.”
Pick up Erick. from nurse’s office, get a talking to, she made remark about no jacket
I wanted to scream at her, “Hey, my husband got him out the door this morning, I had nothing to do with that.”
Kept that to myself.
Got out to car- “how do you feel buddy?” “Not so good,” he said.
He’s not looking good, he looks up, “I have to go the bathroom,” he said, ..”uh, oh— I just did.”
NNNoooooooo!!!!! He looks down, I look down— not good. Yep…ran right down his legs. Gross. He puked shortly after with the one bag in the car. He’s a mess. The stench is bad, it’s raining. Trying to breathe fresh air from the front of the car while sucking it out of the back side-venting windows. PEEE—eeewwwwww!
Okay, stop at Walgreen’s pick up a few essentials like chicken noodle soup, more hand sanitizer, saltines, electrolyte solution. Back to car– whew, it reeks in here- he looks sleepy– gotta get him home, cleaned up, re-hydrated and some sleep.
I was like two minutes from home– get a call from my sister, who was at work (we job-share). She was covering the meetings, classes and flu-shot clinic nursing I left completely short-handed. She said, ”got a call from Elle’s school while you were gone and Elle threw-up” while she and her class were at the pool (luckily she wasn’t in the pool because of her foot) she hit the pool deck and crutches with her vomit. Nice.
By this time— things are getting kinda funny— I can’t help but start to laugh at the grim circumstances motherhood has dished out to me today. AAhhh, the joys of it all!
“Okay, I’m almost there, I’ll pick her up.” LOL
Unbelievable.
Grab her from manager’s room, she was cleaning up her crutches, haul her back up stairs to the stench-ridden-minivan…..totally surprised she didn’t say anything about the obvious aroma coming from the van, which held her sick older brother.
Anyone else???? Just waiting for the next phone call.
Seriously– I’m ready to take it all on…along with a glass of wine, cup of coffee (to fend off my caffeine headache that was creeping in from lack of supporting my cup-o- joe habit in the morning), a little chocolate and diet coke and we’re good.
Strip the children down, bath them, cleaned up, crackers, buckets, laundry, chicken noodle soup, cleaned out car, shampoo small stains, back rubbing, nap taking, Only one more episode of throwing up in that first hour home— quickly passing stomach bug, I guess— everyone is totally fine.
Whew. What a day….or, saga of a couple of days in my life as a mother.
Today- they are home, but back to their lively demeanor- you’d never know they were even sick– too bad they couldn’t be back in school, but I took one for the team today– just to make sure they were fine. They’re fine.
Work? Nope– not much for this weeks’ earnings, unfortunately— but I guess that’s just the way it goes…some weeks are better than others.





