I do not juggle. This was made perfectly clear to me today. I like to pretend I can juggle. I often put the appearance out there that I do juggle, or maybe I don't. Perhaps you are all smarter than I am and have known for quite awhile that I can not juggle.
I have started working at the kid's school two days a week. I do testing and PE there. I LOVE it. I enjoy being a part of my kid's lives, even when they are at school. I enjoy knowing who the kids are they talk about and what things are going on. I wont even go into the selfish side of it. You know, the part where I love to be out of the house, doing something other than folding clothes and washing dishes.
I am still cleaning homes and fill my other days doing that. I enjoy that as well and am SO thankful for the homes I have. I enjoy helping others that are unable to clean their own homes because of age or working outside of the home. It's quiet work and I have time to actually have my own thoughts. :)
On top of these jobs outside of the home, I still have to juggle my home and kids and all the needs that come with that. I suppose it comes as no surprise that I have been finding I am dropping more and more balls these days. I forget things to do if they are not written down on my calender. I don't get my dishes washed every morning, or my house picked up.
Last night Reece started coughing and having problems breathing. Come to find out, he went briefly out into his Grandma's garage where she keeps her kitties. Now, Reece knows he is not supposed to go out there because those cats trigger his asthma so quickly. They show no mercy on my poor son's lungs. Before tucking Reece in bed I gave him his inhaler and tucked him in. In the middle of the night, I woke up to Reece struggling to breathe. I gave him his inhaler again and some water. This morning, he was still struggling, but since I was going to the school today too, I sent him along. Making note to keep an eye on him.
Testing was out of control today, my desk was flooded and my work load doubled. Still, I gave Reece his inhaler and still, he kept on struggling. I ended up taking him out of school early and heading to the ER. His oxygen levels were at a 90 when we got there and they rushed him in and got him started on his breathing treatments.
While the Dr. and nurses are coming and going, giving Reece this and that and taking notes, I start to wonder about Reece's inhaler. Thankfully, Reece doesn't have to many episodes and we don't need it often, I can't remember when I got this one filled. I pull the Albuteral out of my purse and pop the little aerosol out of it's contraption and look at the expiration date . . . . . yep, outdated. No wonder my dear son wasn't getting any better, I was giving him an expired drug. I can't even tell you the amount of guilt I have. Needless to say, I dropped the ball on this one. I always check the dates on our drugs before I give them to the kids or hubby. I don't know why I didn't check this one. After leaving the ER two hours later, we headed over to the pharmacy to get a new Albuteral. I'll pick this ball up and try and throw it back into the mix again and just keep on trying to juggle. I'm sure I'll drop another one soon, but hopefully next time, I'm only missing something small.
