calm. cool. collected.

this afternoon has been quite a challenge. it was the first time i have really been tested as a mom of four... up until today things have gone smoothly. not that everyday is filled with rainbows and lollipops, but today i had to put my multi-tasking and prioritizing skills to the test.

around 2:00 mason started to complain he didn't feel well. sometimes he says that when he is tired, and we had a play date earlier today, so i thought he just needed some down time, so i let him put on the tv. 2:30 graham starts screaming for his bottle, but after taking a little he falls asleep. 2:45 i need to get carter off the bus. by 3:00 we were all back in the house and settled (so i thought). graham decides it is time to finish the bottle and as soon as i sit down with him i hear mason cry and carter yell for me. as i walk up the stairs i can hear mason puking all over the bathroom floor. i was trying to tell him to go to the toilet, but he was scared and just continued to puke everywhere. usually i would jump right in to help, but i have a baby in my arms, so that didn't happen. i put graham down in my room (where he screams) and try to assist mason. at this point he is done, so i just grabbed towels, threw them all over the floor and shut the door. really, i didn't know what else to do.

once everyone seemed to be settled, hadley woke up. i tried to keep her and carter away from mason in hopes that nobody else gets sick. then the drama continues, and by this point i have no idea what time it is... mason, is puking again, this time in the bonus room where i had him set up on a blanket with a bucket. as i was going to run up to help him, i heard a loud crash, a couple of bumps and then hadley scream. she fell down the stairs. good lord! she walks up and down the stairs all day with no issues. man, when it rains it pours. and to top things off, craig is crazy busy at work, and not only can he not come home early, he is working late.

it is now 8:00 and all four kids are asleep. craig just called to say he is on his way home, and i made it through the day with not having a break down. i'm pretty sure if i were a wine drinker, i would be pouring myself a large glass right about now. but nope, instead i will be tackling the large pile of puke filled laundry and gearing up for grey's.

it may not sound like a lot, because really i didn't go on and on about every little detail of puking, crying, yelling, etc. (all while taking care of an infant, assisting with homework, making dinner, and doing the bedtime routine by myself) but i am proud that i stayed calm, and handled all the situations today as best as i could.

i am also proud of carter, because he really did try to help me out, and he didn't make things worse, which is sometimes what happens.

i'm praying mason feels better tomorrow and nobody else gets sick... i don't want to see what my breaking point is.