Can I call a time out? Or get a sub?

There are days like today where I tell B, "Today is not a good day to ask me if I want any more children." Oh. my. goodness!

The low down: We had carpet cleaners come in at 9 AM and a Dr. appointment in the afternoon. Good planning right? I get a call in the morning that said that the cleaners will be an hour late (10 am) and another call that said that I needed to go to the Med Unit before noon if I wanted to see someone today because the doctor has to leave early. (Did I mention that I have a kid with a fever and one with a really bad skin issue?) Dilemma! I call B. We decide to call and ask someone how long it usually takes to clean the carpets, so I call one of our best friends here, Holly, and she said that they take at least 2 hours. Blast. But that she would come and sit at the house while I went to the Doctor. God bless Holly. There are mansions in Heaven for people like her. She will live next door to Valerie Fillmore I am sure.

I'm trying to get three sick kids ready for the day, put the car seats back into the car from cleaning it the night before, and trying to talk on the phone to coordinate everything all at the same time. Holly comes down and I run into another contractor who needs to measure some of my windows for the screens... I have been waiting forever for someone to do this, so I know it's now or never. But why does it have to be now? I tell him what needs to be done. I leave.

I get 5 min. down the road when Maleia throws up. Everywhere. Poor Maleia. (Did I mention we just cleaned the car?) At the same time B calls to confirm our appointment and Holly calls bc the contractor for the screens is confused. I know this is one of those times when I could have cried. But it takes a LOT for me to cry. I was really surprised that I didn't. I strip Maleia down. I find some bonus clothes in the back and in my bag. And we are off again. Dylan starts crying because he poked himself in the eye with his car. Poor guy. He's crying and yelling, "Oweeeee! Eye eye eye. Oweeee!" Haley is sad because the bumpy roads are hurting the place where she needs medical attention. Then I get stuck in traffic going through the tunnel toward the Lanchid Bridge and come to a standstill. I can't reach Dylan to help him get the cup of water that is wedged in between the side door and the seat, so I get out of the car, open his door, give him the water and a snack, then totally biff it on some loose gravel.

Am I having fun yet? To make a long story a little shorter, (is that even possible for me?) B met me at the Med Unit with my sad sad kids, Maleia thows up again, but Maleia no longer has a fever. The nurse said that it was the gunk you get from allergies in her belly and that she will be fine. We get our medicine for 'allergies' and cream for poor Haley, and we get home to piles of stuff in the kitchen from the carpet cleaners. We then decide to take Holly and her daughter Jenny to get some lunch bc my kitchen was out of order and my daughter just has 'allergies.' Right? I get them something as healthy as I could and notice that Dylan now has a fever! Allergies my eye!

We take everything to go and head back home for naps and packing for our trip that we found out that we cannot cancel... we would forfeit all money and opportunity. We will see what we decide tomorrow...

Oh heavens.