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Let’s take it from the top. \u00a0I woke this morning to a daughter that couldn’t keep her eyes open. \u00a0She wasn’t tired but suddenly seemed to have the eyes of a vampire. \u00a0Tears ran down her face as she got ready for school because…yes…she didn’t want to miss another day. \u00a0Needless to say, \u00a0the drive to school was miserable for her and she decided it would be \u00a0awkward to have me lead her down the hallway to class so we called the doctor and waited for an appointment. \u00a0When we got home, my other daughter looked and sounded terrible. \u00a0She’s been exhausted for weeks but I kinda wrote it off due to the fact that she’s a senior and SHE DOESN’T SLEEP! \u00a0But as I looked into those pitiful eyes, \u00a0I decided to call another doctor and have her checked for strep or mono. \u00a0Of course, \u00a0the appointments ended up being within 15 minutes of one another so I did what any mature 40 (something) year old woman would do. \u00a0 I called my mommy. \u00a0She graciously agreed to ride with me to the eye doctor so that she could stay there with daughter number three while I ran across the street to the other doctor’s office to meet daughter number two. \u00a0As I got off the phone I realized my dogs had been outside for quite a while but when I went to let them in, \u00a0the dumb one had run off so I took off to find her while calling a different eye doctor on the off chance that we could get in earlier. \u00a0After all, daughter number three still hadn’t been able to open her eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. \u00a0Just as I found “stupid dog” in the creek, I was told I could bring her in (the daughter, not the dog) \u00a0if I could get there within 10 minutes. \u00a0So…I picked up “stupid”, ran to the house, put on some shoes, grabbed blind daughter number three and some mascara, kissed sick daughter number two goodbye and made it \u00a0to the doctor’s office just in time. \u00a0In the waiting room I had to call and cancel with our regular doctor and because I am a freakishly guilty person, I didn’t tell them why. \u00a0It might hurt their feelings ya know. \u00a0Called mom. \u00a0Told her the scheduling got worked out. \u00a0Saw the doctor. Got some eye drops. Found out we needed new contacts. \u00a0Called our regular doctor back to make an appointment. \u00a0Was told she couldn’t have an exam with an infection. \u00a0Felt guilty. \u00a0Asked to make the appointment anyway because I thought it would be better. \u00a0(Yes….I am pathetic). \u00a0 Turned in the prescription. Got daughter number three some lunch then dropped her off at school. \u00a0Went to pick up the prescription which she was suppose to use every two hours. \u00a0Found out how much it was. \u00a0Had a mild heart attack. \u00a0Took it back to the school. \u00a0Signed out daughter number two. \u00a0Went to the other doctor. \u00a0Waited for the strep test. \u00a0Had to help calm my poor “mini-me” as she gave blood for the first time (as a senior). \u00a0(Which by the way was weird that it freaked her out so much. \u00a0She’s only had something like 134 stitches in her lifetime.) \u00a0Yep….strep. \u00a0Another prescription. Dropped it off. \u00a0Went to get lunch number two. Took her to school to get her car. Sent her home. Went to work out. \u00a0Took out a little stress with the dumbells and chin-ups. \u00a0Got a call from daughter number two that we were out of ranch dressing. \u00a0Ran to Walmart. \u00a0Then the pharmacists. \u00a0Picked up prescription number two. \u00a0Didn’t have a heart attack this time. Back to the school to pick up “vampire eyes” daughter and friend. \u00a0Dropped the friend off. \u00a0Made it home. Picked up trash that the big dogs had pulled out all over the yard. Made dinner. Washed clothes. Helped with homework. \u00a0Dished out medicine. Folded clothes. \u00a0Paid bills. \u00a0Put the dogs out. \u00a0Chased “stupid” down again. Put the dishes up. \u00a0Washed another load of laundry. Tucked my sick little girls in bad. \u00a0Took a bath. \u00a0Sat down.<\/p>\n

And then I took a breath…<\/p>\n

and decided to recount the whole day for absolutely no one but me. \u00a0I don’t know that a single soul could make it through that boring list of details but I just finished laughing my way through the whole thing. \u00a0It’s not as if I don’t want to pull my hair out but, seriously – \u00a0some days are comedy, some days are a tragedy and some days are a mystery but even the boring days are full of love and, usually, laughter. \u00a0 When I was a little girl I wanted to be a lot of things but number one on my \u00a0list was a mommy. Just look at me. \u00a0I’m living the dream. \u00a0I can hardly walk because that intense workout left me with a knee and an elbow that decided to revolt. \u00a0I can’t go to sleep because I just sat down at 10:30 and haven’t unwound. \u00a0I have a broken toe from kicking stupid across the yard…just kidding. Really, \u00a0I’m sick of laundry, I hate paying bills, cooking dinner stresses me out and I can’t figure out why I’m the only person in our house that knows how to feed dogs, water dogs, let dogs out, chase dogs down, clean up dog vomit or anything else dog related. \u00a0But, as my brother says, “It don’t matter”. \u00a0 It’s worth it all. \u00a0Every crazy day. \u00a0Because I am \u00a0blessed. \u00a0If you’ve never heard Martina McBride’s song, “Blessed”, look it up. It’s a great way to look at life. \u00a0Even on the wild days.<\/p>\n

By the way. \u00a0Did I mention that my husband went out of town at 4 am this morning? \u00a0With that considered, and the fact that we had no stitches or broken bones…I would have to say this was a very uneventful day. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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