case of the mondays

Monday was one of those days...

when your newborn kept you up half the night...

and your toddler decides to wake up an hour earlier than usual...

when you realize that round 6 of mastitis is setting in. SIX, PEOPLE!!!

when you open the fridge to find one half gallon of your Winder milk has leaked to every shelf and crevice because of a crack on the bottom

when you're too tired to clean it up, so you just shut the fridge instead

when your 1 year old finds a can of coke and throws it across the kitchen floor

and you're too tired to clean that up also

when your sons life flashes before your eyes when he dives down the stairs

and you catch him halfway down, after one full flip, and he lands on the baby already in your arms (this was very dramatic, tears all around)

when you forgot your husband has a basketball game that night and won't be coming home at all until 7:45 pm

when your fever gets up to 102.4 and you feel like dying

when your son and daughter could care less that you feel like ____

when you wish your mom and sisters lived next door

when all this happens before 2 pm, and you wonder if you will survive the day

but, with the bad, always comes the good

because your baby slept most of the day

and your son just destroyed a couple rolls of toilet paper while you took a hot bath (very minor damage)

and the husbands game was forfeited and he came home earlier than expected

and your fever breaks a little by bedtime

and your husband luckily has the next 2 days off for you to recover

and he makes dinner

and he takes care of all the babies (you included)

and you remember that your fifth installment of this infection was actually much, much, worse

and your husband gives you a blessing

and actually, when you get into bed that night, your still thankful for your blessings, because you have a lot.  

or you could just be a little delusional by this point.