Day 1 a Success...a Fluke

I am a swirling ball of negativity right now. I'm not kidding. I am about done with just about everything and really...grand scheme of things, it isn't even that bad. I'm chalking it up to I've reached a point in my middle age where I just don't give a ****. I have had a miserable toddler the last two days and I can't give her any meds. I have a teen that constantly complains that he is tired but never goes to bed. I have a frustrated twin because he missed school and the make-up work is too confusing. I have another twin who is freaking out because she thought her book report was due Jan. 11th but is really due tomorrow. Both twins have book summaries due tomorrow that I am supposed to "fix" (read they have typed it all over the place and God, how Tommy loves the Tab button). HATE BOOK REPORTS!!! I have a husband that informed me that he has his fantasy football draft tomorrow night and is going out with friends on Sunday night. My one night was 2 hours long! That's it! In what universe is that fair???

Strep Throat has come to visit us over here. I found out that it was going around and because the last time Belle threw up, she had it, it made me think she might have it since she didn't throw up again. Nico and Tommy tested positive. One had symptoms, the other did not. It's bizarre. The two kids that I thought would have it, didn't. She did instead have a rash caused by gym mats and Gia has a yeast infection from the many antibiotics she has been on in the last month so though she definitely has something going on, they won't give her any meds. Good times. I'm probably a bad mom because I sent Nico to school but he had no symptoms and was already on the meds that she was going to put him on (she changed it) so I did. I kept Tommy home because he complained about his throat.

It's a good thing Gia and I had a good day on Tuesday because she was a bear yesterday. She wouldn't eat and wouldn't sleep (which is what made me think she had strep) and was in general, totally miserable. I watched the video of her dancing about 10 times so that I would feel better but other than make me giggle, the yucky feeling of a bad day stayed with me. I had some weird interactions as the day went by and that didn't help make the day better. I counted down the hours before Leo got home because it was my night out. I was heading to the place that makes me feel welcome and peaceful and calm...Barnes and Noble. While there, dressed in sweats and hair that I am not sure was brushed and makeup that had disappeared from my face while running around to the doctor and  pharmacy, I came to the realization of two things: at 41 years old, I have set a new low for how I will go out in public and I really don't care what people think of me. There is some freedom in both of those thoughts.

Because I don't want to be a total Debbie-Downer, I will say the silver lining on this day is that Project Runway All Stars starts tonight! I am soooo excited. Mindless entertainment at its finest (this and The Bachelor on my DVR...there is light at the end of the tunnel).