From Queen to Superwoman in 2.2 seconds

Have you ever had one of those days where you are running every which way but loose? You feel like your mind is going to explode with everything you are thinking about? Then at the end of the day you sit back and are pretty darn impressed with yourself? I am having one of those days.

It actually started last night. I took the princesses to Grandma's house to spend the night. Right before it was time for me to leave Sammie started acting funny (by funny I mean she was laying down on the couch, being quiet, watching tv). Frog stopped by there after work and picked her up only to exclaim "She's burning up"! Frog has been known to be a little dramatic in his day but yesterday he was dead on. She had a pretty hot fever. So I dutifully went to the store to get her some Motrin. After a while she started to feel a little better so I conceded and let her stay with Grandma too. Well, its nearly 24 hrs later and she still has a fever and has been throwing up.

The reason the Princesses were staying at Grandma's is because Frog had some minor surgery this morning. After being blessed with 3 beautiful little girls, Frog and I decided that we are finished having children. A few facts helped out with this decision. For one, our girls are 2 yrs or less apart in age. 3 girls, 3 proms, 3 weddings, 3 college tuition's. I guess I am not so pleasant to be around when I am pregnant either. Or so I have been told. I am not sure I believe this though. There is no documented proof at any rate. Anyway, I told Frog after I had Josie that I would get my tubes tied. When i broached this topic with my Dr she suggested Frog get things taken care of because it was easier and much less invasive. My response was "Good Idea". I quickly gave Frog the message and told him that my kind Dr even sent me home with some references. Lets just say he was less than enthused at first. It was only after my pep talk he began to see things more clearly. The talk went something like this:
" I spent 30 months of my life harboring another being that continually sucked the life right out of me. That is not counting the 24+ hours I spent in dire pain (until I got the epidural but I let that out) trying to get a BABY to come out of a hole that starts out closed and really doesnt get that big. I did all this while allowing my pride and humility to go right out the window with each of the 30 or so strangers that felt the need to stick their entire arm all the way up my lady parts. My body will never be the same that it was and I have hemorrhoids. I really think you can handle 30 mins and one little cut."

Frog then told me to make the appointment. I really appreciate him taking one for the team. He seems to be doing really well. Happy Fathers Day Frog!

Did I mention that my 3yr old is really afraid of storms? Well, she is and we are having a bit of thunder. So I am trying to make sure my infant gets fed, her medicine (she has acid reflux), and her diaper changed, making sure Frog is comfy and has fresh ice and his meds, making sure Samantha is not puking and is getting her meds to reduce her fever, with my oldest daughter having panic attacks and clutching me for dear life. Not too bad for a days work. I think after everyone is asleep I might try my hand at figuring out this world peace thing...