And still going....

My first post just doesn't give the day the justice it deserves. I am going to have to make it one of those long drawn out posts that Tera doesn't like to read.
My day started at 4:30 this morning when Emmy came into my room complaining of an upset stomach. She laid in bed with us for a little bit and then decided she wanted some medicine. On her way to the medicine cabinet she had to take a long-cut to the toilet to throw up for her first time. Since that time, she hasn't been able to keep ANYTHING down. She is trying to keep herself hydrated, but it is becoming more difficult as the day goes on.
She went through her "What did I do to deserve this?" phase. I thought about going through the list of "naughties" that she did this week. I thought it could possibly make her want to be better... but....I didn't want her thinking that she was being punished by God for being a tad bit annoying to her siblings. Though it was very tempting..lol.
Then she went through her "want to die" phase. That didn't last that long. She decided she really didn't want to die. But she sure did make a lot of noise while she was in that phase.
Now she is in her "get me this, get me that" phase. Unfortunately this one has been going on for a while now. She is kind enough to wait till I sit down before she asks for something else. I think I have hit a record number of times I have had to go up and down stairs today.
Now for a brief few moments of sanity this morning I decided I would be nice and go feed the chickens. When I got in there they seemed happy to see me. YAY! FOOD! I turned around to scoop them up some food when I felt something on my leg. I looked down to see the rooster attacking it. It didn't hurt, but it scared the crap out of me. I tried to kick him off but that just made him mad and he came at me harder and faster. I tend to blow things out of proportion a little. This may have been one of those times. I started screaming for Nate (who probably thought I was yelling at him and wasn't going to come running to me just to be yelled at). I was trapped in the coupe trying to keep my foot out in front of me to kick off the rooster while trying to maneuver my way out . When I did get out of the coupe he chased me around the yard for a good minute. I am sure I gave the neighbors something to laugh at as I ran around the yard screaming at the top of my lungs with a little chicken running behind me thinking he was cooler that cool for scaring something as big as me. I took cover in the house. All the kids were staring at me like I was stupid or something. Nate was freaked out by this time because my screaming had become quite dramatic. When he realized why I was running around the yard screaming like something was trying to kill me and realized it was just the rooster all he did was laugh. Then he wanted to go and beat it with a screw driver. I was almost tempted to let him do it. That is how bad the stupid thing scared me.
On top of the killer rooster and the sick child I also have Miss Ashee. Ashee has decided that today seems as good as any to prove that she can be the most bratty, most ornery, most masty child in the Universe. Oh wait... she has been picking lots of days to prove that lately. You know when people tell you that you are spoiling your child and it is going to come back to bite you later. Well... I don't know what to say. I think I am missing half my side from that awful big bite. Every day seems like a war over who is in charge. I am not sure I even know. I think some days I get to be and some days she gets to be. She totally thought she was going to get to be in charge today, but luckily Nate is home. HE IS IN CHARGE. Unfortunately he spent the morning outside and running errands... so I had to listen to her complain about how she never gets anything and I treat her like crap when SHE is sick and blah blah blah blah blah... all this while I am emptying out throw up bowls and changing gross sheets off sickie's bed. And trying my best to read a Biology book so I don't flunk out of class.
All my happiness from finding the super dooper "bathroomstone" totally gone. All I want to do now is call it a day and climb into bed and wake up refreshed in the morning. Instead I am emptying out the umpteenth bowl of puke and washing the third blanket off sickie's bed. Plus I have three loads of laundry to fold.
Nate did bring me home a shake from IceBurg, but it wasn't as satisfying as I hoped it would be. He also got the kids some pizza for Linner. He is so nice to me... well other than making me clean up after him all the time, but that is just what I am suppose to do because I love him. He really does deserve to be taken care of. I just like to complain about it every once in a while. Bad habit of mine!

I get to go run Emmy her second bubble bath for the day and try to get some studying done. YAY ME.