It's making me crazy

It is official.

I have lost my mind, or at least the part of my brain which used to function like an intelligent (although many may not agree) adult. Earlier this week Stacy called to see if she could switch Thursday for Wednesday. Great. But, I had no idea what I was switching. You see last week Ivey was scheduled to have an EEG for this Wednesday, which meant a trip to her neurologist in Atlanta, thus meaning I would need someone to ride along. However, Stacy was planning to go somewhere with us on Thursday...I had no idea. So I played along and said, "Sure, that will work out fine." Of course when I agreed about changing from her planned Thursday to Wednesday, I had no idea where I was supposed to be going on Thursday. Hence, I should have gotten a clue…..this was going to be a long week and officially the first time that I truly dropped all of the balls that I thought I had mastered in the grand juggling act. Thank God I haven’t been juggling daggers.

So yesterday, Wednesday, the vicious cycle of clumsiness began. Somehow I planned for Ivey’s Physical therapist to be here at 9:30 am. I also planned for Stacy to be here to leave for Atl. At 9:30. Then I checked phone messages, which by the way our messages are rarely checked. If you called weeks or even months ago, you might still be wondering why the call was never returned…..we never checked the message. Send a pigeon. It would be more apt to get the message here before voicemail. Anyway, message said we were to be at Ivey’s cardiologist at 10:00 am. Now I don’t know about you, but one mom and one baby can only be in one place at one time. Duped.

Lucky for us the cardiologist's nurse called early Wednesday a.m., and guess why, his wife had a baby. One appointment down and rescheduled…..onto PT…So off we went to the neurologist. Imagine driving an hour and a half with a baby with a full tummy who must remain awake for 5 hours prior to the EEG. The impossible was accomplished by Stacy and cold wet wash cloths…..not so much fun. By the way, Ivey finally slept once we arrived back in Rome many hours later.

That brings us to Thursday. Somehow I had it in my mind that I did not need someone to ride to Ivey’s appointment anyway; we were only driving to the local hospital to visit her gracious GI doctor who comes here, which means that is one drive we do not have to make to Scottish Rite. Well, I got up to the pediatric wing…no doctor..not even going to be here until the 20 something of August. What? So why is it on my calendar-which is never wrong. I’ll tell you why. I am an idiot. Ivey was supposed to be at Scottish Rite at her craniofacial appointment not in Rome for GI. So here was the downfall. Calendar said 12:30 Williams. Below that, make appointment with William M. Too many people have either the first name William or the last name Williams and when it is written on my calendar obviously we go to the wrong appointment. (in the wrong town) These people need new names. Sorry Mandy, this does not include you, unless you schedule something with me on the same day as the two stated above. If I don't show up, call a doctor. I am probably there wondering where the heck I should be.

My question…where should I be tomorrow? Does anyone out there know?

Add to this a four year old with a fever and throwing up and a two year old with an extra dose of energy. My dad is a Saint. He manned the house while I was out gallivanting around with Ivey. Superdad/Gran-Gran.

At least Ivey did get her blood drawn to check her Phenobarbital level while we were at the hospital today. The girl stuck Ivey 2 times; all the while I am asking to get another person to stick her because she was not having much luck. Watching a needle wiggle around in Ivey's arm at the hand of someone else makes a momma temper go off. Compressing the urge to slap her hand or go over the table and tackle her and then jam a needle into her arm and wiggle it around sits right on the edge of my nerves and is near impossible to not act upon. I smiled the entire time so not to provoke some angry woman with a needle. She never did get someone else to try to stick Ivey. Got home and guess what, the lab called to tell me there was not enough of a blood sample to test, would we mind coming back tomorrow?

What do you think?