Just Another Morning

Im thinking I need to cancel all days off from work and just work continuously to save my sanity. And thats just plain sad, because work is driving me crazy too. A new chapter, (although it sounds strangely familiar too all the others) in.....
Just Another Morning at Nanz
I woke up early today, feeling good, well rested and ready for a nice peaceful day. I thought I would do a little cooking, some light housework, catch up on all the boards online and maybe take a little nap this afternoon. Silly me.The ongoing saga of Princess Kelli, drama queen continues. Yes we had drama this morning. Since it is my day off, Kelli again decided she had a bellyache and was mortified that I made her go to school. Now let me explain a little something before you think what a mean mom Nan is. Kelli, bless her heart has had a bellyache now, for my past 4 days off that she is in school. Not sure if there is a name for the virus she seems to be harboring, but strangely enough it only occurs when i am going to be home. The symptoms come on quickly as soon as Daddy leaves for work. She starts holding her stomach, an occasional moan and constant reminders of "Oh my tummy hurts so bad." it then moves to "I have such a bad headache" and finally "My throat hurts so bad I may not be able to eat." Usually she can muster up just enough strength to get to the van, while we take her brother to school and then ask if we can pick some breakfast up on the way home. This is where we see the short term memory loss, I have to remind her, that she shouldn't be eating anything greasy with that horrible tummy ache she has. "Oh thats right mom, I didn't think of that. Good thing your a nurse" Quite sad that she cant remember really, since its the same thing everytime this illness overtakes her. Then its time to lie down, she takes her poor frail body to bed where she has a nap about 2 hours or maybe a little longer and upon awakening "You know I think I'm starting to feel a little better." So I feed her a little broth and jello and have her lie back down. By 2 pm, it seems to have passed completely and she announces she can go to school now. Have to remind her, only an hour left at school and its too late to go now. "Oh ok Im sure I'll feel better tomorrow." Ok back to today. Of course this morning we have the bellyache, blah, bla, blah... and I make her go to school. We drop off John and come home to get ready. All ready to go except the glasses. Where in the world are Kelli's glasses? I search high and low and find them nowhere. I have tore this house apart looking for them for about 5 hours now and they have vanished. She, Daddy and her brother forgot to mention that she didnt have them for church yesterday while I was at work." So now Im steaming. I still haven't found them. In the midst of all that I get a call from John who is at school and he forgot his ID, so we have to make another mad dash to the High School to drop it off. Back to Kelli, who is now in tears, because she is going to get in trouble for not having her glasses. Had to clue her in, she was already in trouble with me. Bawled all the way to school and somehow is trying to make this my fault. "Whaaaaat?" I say. her reply is "Well Im only 7, I need to have help." Eyes closed, deep breaths, meditate-hummmmmmmm.... "Lord grant me the serenity......" I have about had it. so now I',m taking a little break from looking, I need to chill out. Did I mention the house is in shambles because we are building a new room for John, so he is without a bedroom right now. Most of his belongings are in the living room and Kelli's room. Truly is a disaster. In my living room, is his matress and all the essential of daily living through his eyes anyway. you know the important stuff, TV, Video games and game systems. And then of course I go to let the dogs in, from the fenced in backyard and only 1 is there. Seems my Max, Harry Houdini of the dog world ahs decided to go on an adventure. Never mind he doesn't have his tags on, since I bathed him the night before and hadn't put it back on yet. I have a fenced in yard right? So hop in the van yet again to go look for my wayward pup. Travel the entire area looking for him with no luck, feeling guilty that he is out without any kind of identification, distraught, because he's my Max and just plain stressed to come home to find him sitting on the front porch wagging his tail. Left out that when I discovered he was gone, I grabbed my keys and went without thinking about the chicken, which is now boiling over, all over my stove in the kitchen. All before 11am, Yippee Skippy.