Because we seem to always be on the go, it was not surprising that we literally drove in the Saturday afternoon before Father’s Day from a work conference. I blame the event 100% for poor planning on this particular weekend. I mean, WHO would have a work conference on Father’s Day weekend??? Ok, vent over.

We got home just fine, although tired and wanting to hide from all the people who live here (of course they are all MY kids but I wasn’t feeling like playing MOM after driving 4 hours to get home). So we get comfy, unpack and when I come out of my room I see that my kitchen is a MESS! Of course NONE of the kids can see it because trash and dirty dishes and oil spills are invisible. So I spend the next hour cleaning it up to my satisfaction before I get to sit down with a snack to watch a show or 2 before bed. You know how you can be so exhausted but you know you won’t go to sleep unless it’s an appropriate time for bed? That was us, just biding our time until 10pm. And after sleeping in a hotel for a couple nights, finally going to bed felt like such a treat in our own bedroom.

Anyway, to start Father’s Day off right, the house alarm went off and woke me at 6:30am. I had to get up and shut that off then get back in bed. Then the swimming pool started making a gurgling noise because it was low on water and I couldn’t sleep with that racket so I went outside to turn the hose on to add more water. Back to bed. But now I look over and realize my husband is awake so this is when I realize I need to go grab his presents and quickly bring them downstairs so he sees them when he goes into the kitchen. So I get up again. Needless to say, I didn’t really go back to sleep again. Father’s Day had begun: Breakfast and presents for dad, getting ready for church (yelling at kids to get up and ready- it’s part of the process RIGHT???), going to church, grocery run on way home, cooking lunch, cleaning up the mess from a crazy whirlwind morning, trying to find time to get in the pool with everyone else, then coming in to start laundry, shower and get comfy. I thought the day was done. We were planning a chill movie night with the kids. Things don’t always happen as we expect though right?

I was about ready to fix myself a light dinner before the movie when my 20 year old daughter starts complaining about a pain in her abdomen and it just got worse so one of us needed to take care of her baby for bedtime routine and the other was going to taker her to the emergency room. I volunteered as tribute.

Oh what a mistake that turned out to be. We were at the Emergency Room for over 8 hours, mostly waiting to be seen or get results on tests. We didn’t get home until almost 3am.

Being a mom of 5, I obviously accepted that my odds would be higher for chaos but GEEZ. I have lost count the amount of times I’ve had to sit in a hospital waiting room with a kid. This time though was a record…8 hours!!! Even my daughter lost her shit at the poor receptionist working the graveyard shift.

Both her and I are zombies today. Thankfully, I decided NOT to even try to be productive. Too bad my 6 month old grandson didn’t get the memo that his mama didn’t sleep much because today he is giving her a hard time. But I’m secretly glad that at least none of my kids are that little anymore and this time, I’m not the mama on duty. Because this grandma is cranky and needs a nap.