So, I shopped as quickly as I could, then cruised home just in time to make it over to the junior high to meet with Jackson's teachers. Unfortunately, we didn't have the chance to make it to all his classrooms before we had to hightail it to the grade school to meet with Lexi's and Clay's teachers. Jackson was upset because he'd wanted to go to the book fair set up in the library after his conferences. I just didn't have time. I drove home as fast as I could, dropped off Jax, scooped up Lex and Clay, and headed to the grade school.
No sooner had I sat down to talk to Lexi's teacher, then my phone started vibrating. I glanced at my phone and saw it was Jackson calling me. Jackson calls me to say really important stuff like, "Austin's being mean to me", "Can I have some Coke?", "Can I go to Johnny's house?", and "My nose hurts." I ignored the call. He called again. And again. And then he started texting me.
I looked at my phone.
Brooklyn threw up.
Lexi's teacher looked questioningly at me. "Jackson just texted me that Brooklyn threw up," I explained.
"Oh, do you need to leave now?" she asked.
"Hell no! Are you kidding? I've got a kid THROWING UP at home! I'm staying out all night! Did I just say that out loud? What I meant to say was that yeah, I should probably head home as soon as possible."
Jackson continued to text me.
Mom, Brooklyn threw up.
Gee, I can't imagine why. Brooklyn came home from school with a plastic harmonica a couple days ago. She let Clay (who had been up all night throwing up) play with it. Then she took it back and put it in her mouth. I saw the whole thing unfold in slow motion. As she lifted the harmonica to her lips, I ran toward her, shouting, "Noooooooooooo". Too late.
I texted Jackson back.
Great. Well, I can't do anything about it now.
Mom, Brooklyn threw up.
Well, what do I do?
Austin is being a jerk and he's not helping and he punched me.
I'm sorry, but I still can't do anything right now. I'll be home as soon as I can.
I was hurrying from class to class, trying to meet with all the teachers who work with my kids.
Come on! She's throwing up even more!
Well, you can hurry up. Come on!
She's crying and throwing up still. Please hurry.
Come on. Hurry up! Austin is not doing anything.
I'm also going to be late for football. What's taking you so long?
Now, keep in mind, all those texts came through within twenty minutes. For twenty minutes I tried to concentrate on what four teachers were saying all while wondering how
Times like these make my stomach tighten in a knot. My stress level rises. I'm reminded that no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to do everything. I'll never be able to juggle everything. I'll never be able to be in all places at once. But since their dad hasn't bothered to spend time with the kids since Christmas eve, it's all up to me. So I juggle. And I try. And I drop the ball regularly. But I get back up and I trust in God to care for us. I may not ever be in control, but He is.
Now if I could just get someone to clean up the barf because Lexi is crying that her tummy hurts now...