Saturday morning: get up, take a shower, frantically clean the house, realize Olivia's 'bathroom issues' are continuing in to today. Text babysitter and offer to have her not come. She says no biggie, she will watch her and Brady. Quietly thank the lord so I can see Ryan's game. Take Kate to skating, run to the bank, get Kate home, go to Ryan's game. They won!!!
Later: return home, Olivia starts bawling that her bottom hurts, pay sitter, ask her about tomorrow, settle Olivia down, realize she is pretty lethargic. Ryan and Thad come home to eat, leave again for hockey. Thad doesn't return home until 10:30pm.
Everyone rests up. Get ready to go to Ryan's second game. Arrange to have Grandpa Wayne watch Olivia, I will bring Brady and Kate, and will pick up Grandma while Olivia gets dropped off. Getting ready in the bathroom, Olivia comes in telling me she has to go potty, tell her to use the other one since I am using this one. Her pants are already down, so when she has an accident, my carpet is covered with...poop. Call my dad in a panic, freak out unnecessarily, realize that I can clean her up and still get to the game, run the tub, clean the mess as best I can, get her dressed, get Brady cleaned up, go out the door, and get grandma.
Evening: Watch a heartbreaking game. The boys lost to Fargo South AT the buzzer. Coach Thad is mad, the players are devastated, Brady has had enough, Kate is bored like always, and I realize that I will have a crabby ten year old.
Head to Grandma's to get Olivia. She is chipper, Ryan is a beast, Grandma gets BK for him and Kate to appease him. He snots off one too many times, we leave, I tell him in the car that it's bedtime when he gets home OR ELSE.
Sunday morning: Olivia and Kate get up early. Olivia continually complains how her bottom hurts. Put medicine on it. Eat, clean up for sitter again, realize that butt medicine is MIA. Discover it a few minutes later and realize that Maggie at most of it. Go work out. I insisted I do this, and Thad encourages it.
Come home, hop in the shower, Thad and Ryan get ready to leave until they realize my car is locked with the spare key in it. Thad calls a cop to fix that. In the meantime, Maggie starts vomiting repeatedly. Clean up dog barf, call dog emergency line wondering if she is dying, get lunch going, Maggie pukes again, Brady is down for a nap, and I try to eat a bit. Morgan comes, dog people call to tell me Maggie will live, I head to the game and tell the girls no more screaming, fighting or crying. Watch the game. Ryan's team takes 3rd so they are tickled. Some Hockey boys present their medals. Life is good.
Get home, Olivia starts bawling that her tummy hurts, play with the kids, put Brady down again, lay with Olivia. She crashes, I crash, Thad comes home for a bit. Thad leaves, Olivia cries for ninety minutes about her tummy. She doubles over, won't eat, so I decide to shlep the kids to the walk in (minus Kate), and check to see if it's her appendix. She is suffering from a virus, get home, give three baths, put about twenty five loads of laundry away, get crabby that Thad and Ryan are off hockeying again, while I am home again.
Get everyone to bed, pick up house, the boys come home, and I take a bath.
Whew! On goes the marathon weekends.....next weekend: Brainderd on Saturday, Fargo game Sunday, dance recital for the girls, two in house games during the Super Bowl, and a partrage in a pear tree
**I must say here in my blog that my friends Vicky and Kim (who are hockey parent coordinators) have equally busy lives and stayed at the arena all weekend. My feel so guilty that I didn't help them more. Girls you RULE.