Last night was horrible!!  I picked up the girls after work and then fed them as soon as we got home—I fed them exactly what they wanted—sandwiches, string cheese, and chocolate milk.  I gave them their baths.  All was going well until Kalyn swiped another string cheese.  I told her I wouldn’t open it for her—she already had one and we were done with dinner.  If we let her, Kalyn would eat 24/7.  Sometimes I wonder if she has that eating disorder…

Anyway, she flipped out and screamed at me as loudly as possible.  I was actually proud of myself—during the entire 1 1/2 hour ordeal this situation became, I didn’t raise my voice once, and though sorely tempted, I didn’t spank or slap her either.  BTW, I don’t hit my kids, but sometimes it sounds like a great idea.

I sent Kalyn to bed early and she lost it all over again.  Kicking, screaming, hitting me.  Over and over.  Heath asked why I let her hit me.  I didn’t!  I was trying to grab her arms to stop her—I’m not going to run away from my child.  One of my best friends has a sister who regularly beats their mother.  I’m not going to put up with it.

I physically lifted Kalyn into her bunk bed three times before my back refused to do it anymore (stupid move, I know, but I did it anyway).  She kept getting out.  I kept putting her back in her room.  It was a nightmare.  Eventually, I was too exhausted to do anything anymore.  Kalyn doesn’t regularly have tantrums, so this was new for me.  I finally resorted to ignoring her and when her actual bedtime came around she went to bed without another word.  So did Keali.

I fell asleep shortly after they did, and not including my usual middle of the night insomnia session, slept until my alarm went off.

Heath got the girls ready for school while I got ready.  I dropped the kids off, and on my way to work got a phone call from my docs office.  I failed my glucose screening.  I had to go in to take a 3 hour test—and the only pre-requisite is that I not eat for 10 hours prior.  I had a light work day and hadn’t eaten since the night before, so I called Heath and he got ready.  He picked me up and we spent the whole morning in the hospital and driving around Paragould. 

I was so exhausted.  I got four blood samples taken over a period of four hours.  Out of the same arm!  I don’t have a problem with needles or blood work.  So long as I can see the needle go in (gross, I know) I am fine.  The first sample didn’t hurt at all.  The second one didn’t hurt going in, it hurt going out.  The third one didn’t hit the vein on the first, second, third, or fourth attempt, but lucky number 5 worked.  (That was actually the least painful rooting for a vain experience I’ve had though)  The fourth one, I was just happy it was the last so I ignored the pain of it going in and the even worse pain of it coming out.

We should get the results back in a couple days, but I’m not worried.  I remember having eaten a Hostess fruit pie a few hours prior to my first test.  I don’t know what I was thinking!  I am sure that I just had too much sugar in my system that time.  This time, I hadn’t eaten in 13 hours, so I’m positive everything will be fine.

I’ve been so tired all day though.  I’ve been looking forward to Saturday when I get to sleep in past 6:45, and take multiple naps.  No such luck now.  I am getting my steroid shot Friday and second shot Saturday.  The shot is to speed up the babies production of surfactant—the stuff that helps your lungs work.  Since there is a stronger chance of them being born early, we want to do whatever we can to make sure they are as healthy as possible when born. 

I’m so happy I have Heath to take care of me.  I’m so happy I won’t be on duty this weekend.  I’m so happy it’s almost bedtime!