A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, day.

Yesterday was bad. My kids are sick and clinging to me like I am the sun in their universe. I can have 3 whining kids on me at any given time and they hate to share me, what can I do though, leave one to cry. The fevers are no fun, and anytime they get awaken from a nap there is about an hour at least of holding them to get them to calm down and stop screaming. They get woken up by their other siblings who are crying due to being sick.

I was just plain tired and feeding Tyler, when suddenly I look at the clock and I have forgotten to pick up Jerika from the bus stop.


I quickly put down the baby who starts screaming and dash upstairs to try and catch the bus. In my wake is another screaming child who needs me. I dash outside as the phone starts to ring. I ignore it and run down the street. That's when the neighbor kids, who are playing outside, tell me I missed it and the bus is gone. I run back to my home which is full of crying kids, perhaps they thought I was abandoning them due to all the crazy crying and could not take it anymore. They were at the windows watching their mother run down the street, and crying.

I pick up the message from the call I missed and it is the bus depot. I call them back and they tell me that I will be written up for not being at the stop. What does that mean? I ask. Well apparently if I miss picking her up 3 times they will call child protective services, they tell me to pick her up at another school where the bus will drop her off.

I got off the phone and started crying. Am I a bad mother, I mean my life is crazy, I made a mistake, I was busy feeding my baby. Do I really need to get investigated by DHS, I mean seriously. I try hard and do really great most of the time. I rock as a mom, don't I. It felt terrible to be treated that way.

So, I get my other four kids in the van, I had to wake up Trenton one of my babies, who has not slept enough and wont stop screaming.

As I am getting my kids in the car, I notice that the glove box and all the other compartments in the van are open. I was thinking, I wonder what Joe was looking for, and why did he not close them. Suddenly it hits me that things are missing and someone has broken into our van and robbed us.

I guess they did not like our selection of CD's as most are kids and religious music. But they did steal some of them. But the worst part is they took our GPS, our Garmin Nuvi 650, gone!! The nerve. We have not even had if for a year and now some thief has it. I am angry and a bit sad. Now I am going to get lost all the time like I did before that wonderful piece of equipment came into our life.

Here is the really stupid part, It has a lock on it. The criminal who took it wont even be able to use it without the code. The only way to reset the code is to send it in to Garmin and have them reset it. We are going to send them the police report and if it is sent in they will seize it and we will hopefully get it back. I am not counting on it though. They will probably just ditch it as it wont be of any use to them. I think it was probably one of the teenagers that roam the streets at night and tried the door to our van, which was parked in our driveway and it was open. Joe thinks he forgot to lock it. So I don't think they will try to sell it and scam someone on E bay but maybe.

Anyway, I called Joe and told him about the Robbery then went to the school to pick up my kiddo. Jerika was very sad, she said that the bus driver drove up to our house and honked the horn then left. She said she started crying when he left and was very upset that I was not there, I told her I cried too and that I would really work on not forgetting her again. The school told me I needed ID and so they made me leave Jerika there crying at the desk while I went to get my ID. Oh well at least they were being safe.

When we got home I called the police to file a police report and was just finishing up with that when Jacqueline tells me that she is so sick and can she go to bed. Of course, one sick kid sleeping is always a good thing. I take the others downstairs and the babies are super clingy as they have not gotten enough sleep. Suddenly Jacqueline is screaming from upstairs. I run up to help her and she has thrown up all over her bed and floor and is still puking. She is crying and I am so tired and miserable. I get it all clean-up get some medicine in her and get the babies down for a nap, then it is time to cook dinner.

After dinner, I told Joe I need to leave and go shopping. He understood but I know how hard 5 little ones are to manage by yourself so I took the one who was not sick with me and went shopping, I bought some cute stuff and felt more relaxed and calm when I got home. I even bought a watch with an alarm so I could set it so I will never again miss Jerika's bus.

You know what bugs me though. When I was walking out to the parking lot, I was frightened. My mind was playing tricks on me, I was thinking, what if someone grabs you, or hurts you and Jennedy? When I was buckling Jennedy I was thinking that someone could easily grab me from behind or jump in my unlocked car and hurt us. I am miffed. This person who broke into my car also has left me feeling scared and untrusting. Now I am a scardy cat normally but now that I feel violated by this thief, I am even more scared. I know fear is bad, its not from God, and I try to fight it but I am even more angry at the thief for taking my feeling of safety from me. Would he care if he knew how that small act of thievery affected me and my emotional state. Probably not, Stealing is wrong, so wrong and I am angry, I don't like to be angry or scared. Oh this is no fun at all. I hope my emotions get back to normal sooner than later.

Life will get better right, I was only up once with a sick baby last night so I think that is as good as it is going to get until all my babies are better.