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.
LinetteOctober 16, 2012 at 6:40 pm
Was smiling as I read this, but only because I can relate and find comfort in the validation that I’m not the only one this happens to! I’m convinced that children are born programmed to get sick, injured, etc. only on weekdays when deadlines and/or client meetings are occurring and when the husband is out of town! Hope your evening has been better and that you had a second beer. : )
SummerOctober 16, 2012 at 7:18 pm
Clapping for you and all the other mamas out there the can multi task the h*ll out of a day!
SummerOctober 16, 2012 at 7:23 pm
oh and i just ordered the natives in pink and purple…omgsh…too cute!!!
Jill V. / TerraSavvyOctober 16, 2012 at 9:05 pm
Raluca | WhatWouldGwynethDoOctober 16, 2012 at 10:20 pm
Thanks for playing! Little D has been fever and vomiting since yesterday when I had two days of meetings in LA, 90 minutes away…keeps us on our toes, right? Hope Wita is feeling better! I just made a 10pm stop for Pedialyte on my way home…sigh. :)
Kathleen @ Sugar and SpiceOctober 16, 2012 at 10:27 pm
Work widow war stories. So so sorry honey. I am always with you in spirit. Peace out with Corona Light clinks. (we’ve had Strep for two weeks while DH was in NYC) Good Times.
ChristinaOctober 17, 2012 at 6:13 am
It always seems to happen that way, doesn’t it? Us mamas are awesome at multitasking though :)
Lisa H.October 17, 2012 at 9:57 am
Sending healthy vibes to little Wita and a hug to you. Nothing makes a mom’s day stop short like a sick kiddo, eh? Calgon take me awayyyyyy!
Home Sweet SarahOctober 17, 2012 at 10:03 am
Here here, mama!
tamaraOctober 17, 2012 at 10:07 am
well, even with unwashed hair, you are still a rock star. keep on keeping on, mamma! you can and do have it all. *beer clinks*
ClaudiaOctober 17, 2012 at 10:55 am
Great write up. You Do make it look easy. And stylish. And beautiful. I guess I could just keep going!
Lindsay @ Darling ClementineOctober 17, 2012 at 11:15 am
Cheers to you Mama. Glad everyone is on the mend and resting… and glad you drank that beer. :)
JennieOctober 17, 2012 at 11:55 am
It’s not that I get asked all that often, but whenever someone DOES ask me how I manage to do it all, I have to laugh and I think two things: 1) Never, ever look at my laundry pile and 2) Never, ever tell my husband some wives cook every night.
Hope Wita is better already! XO
LeaOctober 17, 2012 at 5:56 pm
Amen to that sister!
Kristen HowertonOctober 18, 2012 at 6:25 pm
Let’s hope this scenario doesn’t repeat itself, but if it does, CALL ME!!