Tears and Exhaustion

Tears and exhaustion. That's all I've got right now. I'm beyond burning my candle at both ends. It's starting to burn in the middle, too. I just might be screwed.

I think I'm giving up on Calgon OR a Cowboy to take me away. Nose to the grindstone. No rest for the weary. Energizer Bunny.....keep going and going and going. "Time to make the donuts......"

I'm so overtired and my fibromyalgia is flaring up so badly today that my body can't relax and sleep eludes me. I need a full body deep tissue massage and then a long sleep in a quiet, cool room (with no kids nearby! lol).

Six hours last night in the E.R. About 3 of those hours, I didn't sit once. I chased Wonder Tot around. Apparently, he thought he was the hospitality committee for the incoming because he wanted to stop and say hi to everyone and hug them. That is.....when he wasn't knocking down the "wet floor" signs or trying to take the broom from the janitor or climbing on top of the water fountain (he definitely did NOT get his stomach muscles or upper body strength from his mother!). So many times, I thought about just leaving. The kids needed to get to bed for school today and everyone was hungry. But I'm glad that I stayed. Turns out Wonder Teen had fractured his ankle but the x-rays showed that there was actually an OLD fracture, too, that didn't heal properly. So he came away with a nice old plaster cast up to his knee. Before we found that out, I was to the point where I was just going to take him home and wrap his ankle up myself. I contemplated just asking them to tell me what the x-rays showed and going from there at home. I'm sure a little duct tape would do the trick. lol We've had a saying in our house for a few years that nothing is so broken that 100 mph tape and 550 cord can't fix it (a little military humor). My husband (well, my soon-to-be-ex) has actually salvaged some things in interesting ways using those two things. lol

So, I'm contemplating taking the whole Wonder Crew back home when this dude (who was also waiting to see a dr.) says to me, "Want me to look at it? I took care of a lot of things in Iraq". I said (with hope), "Oh! Are you a medic?" He said, "No. Infantry. But I took the Combat Lifesaving Course". *sigh* Never mind.

We finally made it home. Everyone crashed....except the Momma. I was so overtired and when I laid down, that wicked Restless Leg Syndrome wanted to play cruel jokes on me. Plus, my mind was doing that rapid fire thing, going over the days events (and heartbreaks and disappointments) and "arranging" the next days schedule. When I get overtired and have to push myself for hours (and sometimes days) on end, my body gets tense and doesn't relax without great effort.

I slept a couple of hours, got the kids up for school. Took two of them in and the other two to the dentist (Geez, I think I'm just going to set up camp there), only to have more bad news that involved lots of procedures and lots of money that I don't have (even AFTER the dental insurance). This time, I got the news that Aidan had to have his 2 front teeth removed. And it had to be done in the O.R. at Womack. And they want to do it on the 20th. SURE! Just pile it on! I'm freakin Wonder Woman. Apparently, where he has fallen and chipped his teeth, it has caused damage and decay and I don't remember what else. I tried so hard not to cry. I had already cried yesterday when my dentist told me what needed to be done to MY teeth and how much it would cost. And she didn't even get to the cosmetic part of the plan....this was just the "my health is in danger" part. SURE! Whatever. See this tattoo of the Wonder Woman logo? Yup, that's me! WonderFreakinWoman. (Speaking of which.....I think I don't want to be Wonder Woman anymore. Can't I just be a sidekick? I liked being a sidekick once in awhile. Yeah, I know, I don't take orders well......depends on what it is....but just sometimes, can't I just be a sidekick? :-) )

So they're going to schedule Aidan in the O.R. What the hell...maybe they'll do his circumcision the same day so I don't have to go through that stress twice. lol I'm waiting for the urologist's office to call me with a date. They couldn't do his circumcision when he was born because they didn't see it as a priority due to his dire condition. Then after an examination when he was a few months old, the dr told me to wait until he was about a year and a half. Sure. Let's just wait until I don't have a husband to help out through it all.

Seriously. Do I have a "BRING IT ON/GIVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT" sign on my back?!? Seriously? I'm starting to think, with men, I must. Nope. Not going there. God's in control. Not me. It's a good thing, too, cuz I tend to mess things up that I try to control.