Confessions of a not so fabulous mother

I hope everyone had a wonderful and blessed Easter. We most certainly did! But it wasn't without issue (is it ever?).

Holy week was supposed to be a busy one. It still was, but due to The Little Man coming down with a stomach virus things were changed up and became busy in a different way.

Tuesday evening my husband was out of town on business. I got the boys to bed and settled in to get some work done. It was very windy and rainy and around 11 pm the storms started. The wind was very strong and the lightening was amazing. I'd say it was beautiful, but storms scare me so I'd tried not to look at it too much. The Older Boy came in my room half asleep because the storm woke him and he was a little afraid. I let him crawl in bed and fall asleep until the storm died down and then I took him back to his room. They started up again about 20 minutes later and back he came. I gave up at that point and let him sleep with me all night. The storms continued that way for most of the night/early morning until about 2 am. At that point either they stopped or I finally fell asleep. At 4 am The Little Man came in complaining about a stomach ache. Not having much sleep, I told him he was fine and sent him back to bed (I felt that there was NO way I was getting up with only 2 hours of sleep). Back to his room he went and I heard him moaning a few minutes later. I had to get up at that point. I made it to the door way and ask him "Do you think you might be sick?" when he answered my question by throwing his face in his trash can (at least he made it in the can). I managed to get him to the bathroom where this continued until around 5:30 am (poor kid). After that he'd get a half hour/45 minute reprieve until he got sick again. By 8 am we had to drive Older Boy to school so with bucket in tow off we went. Older Boy's class was putting on a performance that morning and with Dad out of town and Mom home with the sick one, he had no one there to represent. He was VERY disappointed. I felt really bad about it. But the Little Man actually used his bucket on the way home so there was no way I could have sneaked in the school for the 15 minute performance with the Little Man without contaminating everyone or the building itself. I was scheduled to attend an afternoon retreat with the boys on Holy Thursday so I figured I'd be there for that at least. But no go. The Little Man was feeling better on Thursday but not enough to go to school so I had to bail on the retreat too and the Older Boy had to attend by himself. Again, I felt horrible about it but what could I do? Then it happened. I COMPLETELY let Older Boy down. See Thursday was also "early dismissal". I knew that but I had planned on being there so it wasn't in the forefront of my mind. And I forgot to pick Older Boy up. He had to call. And he was the last one at the school. And the secretary had to wait with him because no one else was there. I felt beyond terrible. Older Boy got the short end of the stick Wednesday and Thursday and then I forgot him. I didn't forget him. I was going to pick him up at normal dismissal time. But I forgot to pick him up when everyone else got picked up. He.Was.Mad. He's still bringing it up. I apologized 1,000 times. I was "that" mom.
We made it through Good Friday and Holy Saturday unscathed. But on Easter Sunday the Little Man got sick again. We figured that his tummy just wasn't 100% and all the excitement and not eating right put him over the edge. My sweet cousin mentioned that her daughter had "the rolling stomach flu" and that it would seem to be gone but then rear it's ugly head again so I attributed Easter Sunday to that. Yesterday he was fine and ate totally normal foods. Today he seemed fine too. Until dinner. Older Boy had a friend over for a play date and I made hot dogs and French fries for dinner and the Little Man didn't seem hungry. They are his favorites so I was perplexed and a little peeved that he wasn't eating. He left the table to visit the rest room for a few minutes and then came running out yelling "I don't feel well! I don't feel well!" and before I could get the entire phrase "BACK IN THE BATHROOM" out he christened the kitchen, hallway, bathroom and part of the family room. It was not good. I actually swore (I'm so not proud of that.... confession here I come). So I guess we are still on rolling stomach flu. And the play date friend will now go home and tell his parents that Older Boy's mom who forgot him at school has a potty mouth. This past week has not been a good one for the Little Man or for the Mama. I sure hope things turn around and soon.
This will be known as the spring break/Easter of vomit and bad mothering. That's not quite how I wanted things to go.