One of those "I can't take any more of this" kind of days

I should have seen it coming I suppose.

I go write a post about how being an Army wife is all this and that, and how awesome and strong we are and blah blah blah and the Universe goes "Oh reeaaaaalllly?" and gives me the royal smack-down.

Ladybug and little Man were both a bit sick over the weekend. Pink eye to be exact, had us at Urgent Care on Sunday morning (Yay Mother's Day!) but no big deal really. Nothing a antibiotic drops/ointment couldn't fix. And I'm walking tall and proud, all "Yeah, I got this. Four kids, urgent care, Mother's day, whatever! Bring it on! I can handle it!"

And......I haven't slept since Sunday night.

Bug started first, with the fever and coughing and sneezing. Coughing so hard in the middle of the night that she actually vomited. Nice. I couldn't even keep her out of my bed, she was so miserable and just flat out refused to stay in her room. I was up every hour or two to get her water, or giver her tylenol, or get a clean towel for her to puke on (I lay them down over her pillow when she is sick to prevent puke getting everywhere else. Pretty clever I thought.) Two nights in a row like this, Sunday and Monday, and I am totally exhausted.

And then Tuesday night happens.

The Man has now the gunk, whatever this is, and he is a total wreck. I literally had to suction his nose approximately every 45 minutes last night just so he could breathe at all. He would dose for 15 or 20 minutes after the saline and suctioning, then start fussing a little, and then be completely awake after another 20 minutes. Over and over and over again. And then just for good measure he pooped FIVE TIMES during the night. Not big poops, just enough so I would have to change him and make him really angry with the cold wipes on his little butt-butt. On top of that there was just no good position for him to sleep in, and I tried everything including propping myself upright and holding him on my chest. Na-da. No sleep happening. I was actually almost relieved when the sun came up because it meant I could stop fighting for sleep and just get on with handling two sick kids for the day.

So. Very.Tired.

Not to mention this morning E. left for a 3 DAY FIELD TRIP (Thats TWO overnights people!) with the entire 5th grade. I am glad we had the foresight to pack everything the night before because I would have been completely useless this morning. In fact, I WAS completely useless. I know I drove him and Pudah to school, and I know I unloaded his suitcase and sleeping bag from the back of the van, and I know I remembered to be "cool" and not hug him and cry all over him in front of his friends. I think I said something totally lame and Mom-like along the lines of "MmmmK, I'm going to miss you, make good choices!" And he said something along the lines of "Uhm.....Bye." After that the day is kind of a blur of snotty noses, crying babies, a trip to the doctor just to be sure there wasn't an ear infection on top of everything else, and really wishing I could take a nap while thinking "I can't take much more of this".

And now its 8 p.m. And I am going to bed in an attempt to catch an hour or two of sleep before the night-time-circus starts all over again. Cause I'm an army wife, and I'm tough like that.

And the universe is going to make me prove it.