Ugh-- what is that ugly looking thing?
Today has been a doozy of a day for me. Incredibly busy... stressful... hardly a moment to stop and breathe. I even ate my quesadilla that my girls sweetly made me on the drive over to their voice and piano lessons.
Let me back up a bit.
I knew Alex and Dennis had doctor appointments. We all slept in a half hour since they didn't have to catch the bus. We were out of milk so today's breakfast was a free for all. Fun. Of course Dennis wanted oatmeal and then wanted waffles when he saw one of his siblings have them. That made Alex unhappy with his oatmeal too. As a result it took 1/2 an hour to eat their bowls of oatmeal after having to set the timer.
We barely got in the van at the time we had to leave-- BUT-- we made it. Then I noticed the gas light on. Caleb had driven home last night and forget to mention it.
Should I turn left and head to the gas station and be late or should I turn right and drive through the hills and risk it so that I could make it on time.
Without knowing how long the light had actually been on the previous night, I still risked it. Needless to say the drive was a prayerful and stressful one. We made it to the appointment on time.
The purpose of the visit was to find another medication for Alex's attention and hyperactivity issues and to get to the root of Dennis' increasing stomach aches. After talking with the doctor, he agreed to start Alex on Strattera. And he agreed to have Dennis tested for H. Pylori which is an intestinal bacteria. I assumed I would be collecting a stool sample and was pleasantly surprised when he pulled out a breath test. Within 15 minutes the test came back positive. So we tested for Alex too since he came from the same orphanage. Sure enough he is positive too. I was excited to finally have an answer and yet I felt horrible for having this go on for 3 and 4 years undetected. Thankfully there was a thread about H Pylori on an adoption group that made me do some research on it and think long and hard about Dennis' stomach troubles.
Three hours later, we left with seven "very expensive" prescriptions and appointments to have the other kids tested. At least we had answers.
By this time it was too late to take the boys to school and I barely had enough time to run by the house and pick up the girls who had their first day of voice/piano lessons. The kids are doing music instead of art this year. After the lessons, we stopped by the pharmacy. After a half hour of waiting in the drive thru I was told that they had to order some of the medications because they didn't have them. I kept reminding myself that patience is a virtue as I bit my tongue.
Then off to the grocery store to stock up on milk.
At home Denis and Alex were bickering and Oliver was fussy. With homework to still do with Alex and Denis, a few home school assignments to go over, and dinner to make-- I was a little cranky myself.
But we got through it and Alex impressed the pants off of me with how well he wrote his sentences and read to me. Did I mention that he got 100% on his spelling test last week?
Deep breath. Tomorrow is already Thursday. Then Friday. And a certain little boy is turning six and his birthday shopping is already done. Praising the Lord for teaching me to take one day at a time.