Hello! Guess what time I woke up today? 4:30am! So awesome, right? *death stare*
I woke up to little Wita crying and moaning. She didn’t feel warm, so we got up and took a little bath while the rest of the west coast slept. I guess you could say I was feeling a bit tired, considering I spent most of the night booby-trapping my house since D was out of town. A few hours later, I got the kids ready for school, dropped them off, and headed right back home because I had a myriad of posts that needed to be finished before 3pm school pickup.
The phone rang at 11:30am. It was Wita’s school. She had suddenly spiked a 102-degree fever and needed to be picked up immediately. I ran out the door as fast as I could, and when I got there, the poor little girl was passed out on a cot with a damp washcloth on her head while 20 toddlers sang songs and galloped around the room. I slowly and quietly roused her awake, picked up her sweaty body covered with goosebumps, and gently carried her to the car.
I was mentally planning how I could get her to the doctor in the afternoon, yet still pick up Wito when school dismissed. Pretty much impossible, and considering D was out of town, I figured the best thing to do was to pull Wito out of school early. (These are times when it’s painfully clear that not living by family is miserable.) We drove to his school, I carried Wita’s hot, limp body into the administrative office, signed him out, and was told I could find him outside at recess. Of course, I was having trouble finding him amidst the entire student body. Wita was sobbing in my ear, literally slipping out of my arms due to the combination of very hot weather and her feverish sweat.
I pulled my unwashed, tangled hair out of my face and kept looking for Wito. I hoped no one noticed I was wearing the same pants that I wore at yesterday’s pickup.
I finally found him (practicing his hula hoop skills), explained the situation, and we set off.
At 12:30pm, I walked into my dirty house with a very sick child, a very hyper child, multiple deadlines looming, and a husband in another state. A work day that should have been easy and quiet and productive had punched me right in the face.
This is all to say that I find it very humorous to be featured TODAY in a series entitled, “I Don’t Know How She Does It” at one of my favorite blogs, What Would Gywneth Do. Raluca wrote some really lovely things about me, and her words truly made me smile. Especially on a day like today.
I’m happy to say that Wita is resting comfortably, D will be home in a few hours, and I’m drinking a beer. I also brushed my hair.
Here’s to doing it all, mamas. And here’s to having it all.