Today. In a timeline...

Because I really don't know how else to explain today.

• 3:30 am- Both daughters come in our room crying. Lila because she is coughing so hard she can hardly breathe. Evie because Lila is coughing so loud it woke her up.
• 6:05 am- Wake up in a panic because I think that I've slept through the alarm.
• 6:15 am- Wake up to the alarm and try to get dressed quietly in the dark so as not to wake up the children who are sprawled across a good 75% of our queen size bed. (Really, is it any wonder I have back problems?)
• 6:30 am- Arrive at the gym, where I can't prove it but I strongly suspect they are trying to kill me one muscle group at a time.
• 7:20 am- Arrive home eager for a hot shower and some Advil.
• 8:00 am- Call in-laws to tell them Lila is sick and so we won't be bringing her up to be baby-sat.
• 8:01 am- Call Dr's and schedule appointment for Lila.
• 8:30 am- Realize we've all been rushing to get ready in vain as now we don't actually have to leave for another 10 minutes since Lila is staying home with Daddy.
• 8:40 am- Drop Jake off at cross walk and watch him push the wrong button and not realize he could have pushed the right button and waited rather then crossing on the side where the crossing guard isn't.
• 8:50 am- Drop Evie off at preschool.
• 9:02 am- Arrive back at Jake's school 2 minutes late for my shift at the book fair.
• 10:05 am- Get a call from Evie's preschool that she has just thrown up and please come get her asap.
• 10:20 am- Arrive at the preschool at the same time as Caitlin and Patrick who a) were home and b) were beyond awesome to be willing to drop everything and bring a towel, a change of clothes and a bowl for Evie.  
• 10:21 am- Collect a surprisingly calm Evie from her preschool teacher who couldn't stop praising how well we've trained her because she threw up in her hands and carried it to the bathroom instead of making a huge mess. (I know that is TMI, and I apologize, but it wouldn't be a mommy blog without a little real life disgusting-ness every now and then...) I was beyond surprised and wondered why she can't do the same thing at home?
• 10:23 am- Caitlin and Patrick offer to take Evie back with them and take care of her while I take Lila to her Dr's appointment, thus earning my undying love and affection.
• 10:30 am- Stop by the library to pick up my book club book which is on hold, so that I don't have to take any sick children with me.
• 10:45 am- Arrive home so Brian can get ready and head into work.
• 11:40 am- Dr's office, diagnosis of croup. That makes three times since November. I feel bad that Lila doesn't feel good, but I really want my happy, non-ornery baby back!
• 12:20 pm- Back to pick up Evie, take the opportunity to feed Lila some Jello with the first dose of her medicine in it.
• 12:40 pm- Lila throws up. (Sorry about that Dad. I did clean it up.)
• 1:00 pm- Leave the girls with the ever awesome Caitlin and head back to pick up Jake from early out. And let him pick a book from the book fair, since I had to leave early and wasn't there during his first recess when we had originally arranged to have him pick one.
• 1:45 pm- Leave the school and hike down the 27 front steps, or in my case hobble slowly. Jake asked me, "Why are you walking funny?" I told him, "Because I worked my legs really hard today and now they are tired." He thought about that for a moment and then said, "Hmm. That sounds like a grown-up problem."
• 2 pm - 6 pm- Tried to keep the children from killing each other and destroying the house while moving as little as possible.
• 6:30 pm- Made dinner and banana bread, which I can't have. Talk about a labor of love. (It's okay, I can have a piece tomorrow. And it will taste even better...)
• 7:00 pm- Sat down to dinner and after a 10 minute fight discussion it was finally decided that it was Evie's turn to say the prayer. She did very well with only a small prompting from her Daddy to bless Lila to get better soon. She did so and then paused again, so Brian prompted her to finish the prayer. She paused and whispered back to him "Wait Dad, we didn't talk about me yet! I'm sick too you know."
• 9:30 pm- Everyone is finally bathed, brushed and drugged in appropriate amounts, and safely tucked into bed. 
• 10:14 pm- I realize that I have spent at least 20 minutes listing out my day and I could have just said, "It was long and I am very tired." and been soaking my poor abused legs in a hot bath. 

And the best part? I get to get up and do it all again tomorrow. Who says being a mom isn't a glamorous job?