The "joys" of motherhood

Oh boy - what a night!

To start off with, The kids got to bed and an hour and a half late. Our ward had a choir sponsored Easter Musical Fireside (casual - FHE style) last night. Aaron and I sang 'Christmas Bells' (maybe a bit out of "official" season, but Aaron loves it because I sing the main part and he gets to sing the optional descant. He does really quite well holding his own part...) and the family sang 'Easter Hosanna' - with me singing the main part and everyone else singing the "Ding Dong Ding" and Hosanna echos. I thought my little family did a great job and it was fun to see the other families present their numbers. My little primary children did a great job on their song (I am the primary chorister right now and all the children present sang "I'm trying to be like Jesus.") and the refreshments and visiting with friends were great. The result was that we got home 30 minutes past bedtime, and the kids were mad that we came home "SO EARLY." Their point of view was that they didn't get to play long enough with their friends after the fireside. Because they were mad, they really put up a fight going to bed. Tim had gone home teaching - to another family that was at the fireside, hence the late hour, so I was fighting the battle solo. After we (Tim was back home to assist) finally got everyone to bed - I was too tired to do any picking up - so the house looks like a war zone and I have 4 loads of laundry that are STILL waiting to be folded. (I've been procrastinating that particular job for several days now. I really don't like sorting and folding socks, so I put off folding that load, and then it was just too easy to put off the others that came along.)

So... Bryan finally went to sleep about 10:30, only to wake up crying at 11:20 (went back to sleep on his own, but still woke me up) and 11:40 (I had to get up this time.) I rocked him until he fell back asleep - but he didn't seem to be feeling well. Seemed to be hurting somewhere or something. Bry woke up again at 1:20 (I'm rounding my numbers). This time I couldn't get him to go back to sleep. He kept twisting and turning and crying. Couldn't see to get comfortable. I feel so bad when I know there's something wrong but I have no idea what it is. I want to help - but don't know what to do...I of course start worrying - burst appendix, some deadly disease, should I run to the ER??? Instead I gave him something to help with pain and then when it seemed to kick in I brought him into my bed to sleep with me. By then it was 2:30.

I was just starting to drift off again when Katrina started to cry. Bad Dream. I laid with her until she was calmed down and back asleep. 3:00 back in my bed. Got to sleep the rest of the night until I had to get up to get Aaron ready and off to school. Now I'm wishing for a nap but it's my volunteer day at school; so instead of napping I will get the other two up (Trina's up and sitting on my lap right now for her morning "snuggle time") and off to the sitter so I can go help in Aaron's class.

The joy of being a mother...