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Well, this last week has been... a week. Lets start with Friday shall we? Holy cow. Friday. Well my oldest was up and down all night with a fever and sore throat so my immediate thought is strep right? I know I'm in for a day with these 3 now. So I say "Honey, can you please call into work I didn't get enough sleep to keep up with all 3 of these kids in the doctors office, and pay the bills, and go to the craft store, and the grocery store by ;myself." So my loving husband attempts, yes I said attempts, to call into work. To which his boss replies that she has no one to cover his classroom. So he leaves me and says "Sorry, I have to go." So, I angrily switch to super mom mode, dress all the children and myself, change two diapers, let all the dogs outside (there are 3!) and start packing the diaper bag to take the kids to the doctors office. I pull in about 10 minutes before the office opens and go ahead and wrap all the kids in blankets and stand outside the door, because there is already a line! When we finally get in I sign my oldest in and let them know she has had a fever. They call us back within a few minutes to the back lobby to check her temperature which I am positive is a fever. 98 degrees. No fever. So we wait. We finally get back to a room after 2 year old has spent the last 20 minutes loudly proclaiming every color that is on the mural on the wall and my 7 month old that weighs only 3 pounds less than my two year old has broken my arm in half. Mind you I only weigh just over a hundred pounds and I am 4'9'' so this 18 pound baby kills me. When we get into the room they swab Ivy for strep like I thought and we wait. The doctor comes in and says "No, strep" and checks her out and decides, she may have a fever maybe we should check again. 101.5 Welp I am not crazy atleast. So now they swab for the flu, more waiting. My phone rings, My two year old currently has it, so I retrieve MY PHONE to which her automatic response is to scream bloody murder and kick me in the shin, Yes you read that right its like some 1950s black and white comedy where the kid kicks the bad guy in the shin. Finally the doctor comes back. Positive, The flu. Well I still have things to do. So load them all back up, head to the craft store. Put 2 of the children in a shopping cart and wear the smallest child and start my rounds to find my supplies. The toddler then decides she is ready for karma and proceeds to try and climb out the shopping cart and I am not fast enough to catch her. Luckily her older sister caught her leg before she hit the ground and slowed down her fall. Now we have to fill out accident report paper work and finish my shopping. We drive the shopping cart to the car and I remove the two year old to put her in her carseat and bam! The entire shopping cart falls over and the seven year old falls out and scraps her leg on the curb! I swear with 3 children someone is always crying. Always. Fast forward through the chaos that is the grocery store, dinner, bathtime, bedtime. Get up the next day and we have to go back to the grocery store for a forgotten item, we also have to travel to my parents house to help get things ready for a large family gathering for thanksgiving, and attend a going away party for a friend moving to Canada. ( I know busy girl right?) Well before we leave I give Ivy some tamiflu because I think it may help her. Apparently liquid tamiflu is disgusting, fast forward to walking out of the grocery store about 40 minutes later. Buckling kids into the car to head to my parents house. Bam! The oldest is throwing up in the backseat. And TA DA no baby wipes in the diaper bag. Luckily my husband was kind enough to go back inside and buy some. Fast forward again to this morning. My alarm does not go off. So we miss the school bus, the toddler does not want to get dressed and one of the dogs has a vet appointment at 9am. So rush rush rush, start dinner in the crock pot, wrestle the kids into the car, drag the dog out the front door as she pees everywhere because she is afraid to go out the front door (only god knows why) and by the time I get everyone in the car and get everything cleaned up I realized....my keys are missing. I check everywhere. By this point I am in tears and call and reschedule the vet visit for later in the afternoon and take everyone back inside. Not 5 minutes later. Found the keys. Reload the kids, take Ivy to school, go to town, pay the mortgage, come home and clean.....and the story goes on. Have any of you ladies or gentleman had a week like this? I am so sure you have. I could use some love though. For sure. Send me your stories of Super Mom moments and I will feature you in my blog! I know there have to be more of you out there. It cant just be my horrid luck can it?
NI am a 30 year old stay at home mom of 3 who has breastfed all of my children. With my first I always used a cover in public, None of which were up to par because they were too hot and too heavy. I know how it feels to want privacy but not want to feel like you are hiding your baby away under thick heavy covers. So I invented a solution to all of these problems! The Original Breastfeeding Veil!