Last month, was horrendous. The kids each had their ‘it’s the end of summer and I really need to go back to school’ attitudes. My car ended up in the shop, twice. And it was my baby’s and my birthdays. (Yeah, not so big on August during the best of years.)

So it was with the best of hopes that I started September.

The month began with a trip to urgent care. Zany just had a sore throat that wouldn’t go away. I’m not one to visit the doctors office but Momsense somehow alerted me that I needed to take this one seriously and since the doctor didn’t have any openings I stopped by urgent care. I was thrilled to learn that there was no one there and even more so when we were taken right away. That cheer diminished when after less than two minutes after the throat culture the dr said she had strep. Ugh.

No problem.

Then we had the labor day picnic. Two hundred of our closest friends and relatives at my in-laws. Need I say more?

Back to school on Tuesday, and it wasn’t even 10 am when I got a note from CJ’s teacher telling me that he hadn’t turned in his homework on Friday (what?!? he didn’t even make it through the first week!) and he now has lunch detention and still needs to turn it in. Grr.

Super Mom can take it.

Wednesday. A note from Bug’s teacher. He still hasn’t gotten me to sign a paper that was due the previous Friday. Oh, and he failed last weeks spelling test. Wait. He had a spelling test last week?

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?

Thursday. All is well. A bit of arguing because the kids didn’t want to do their homework but still not too bad. Until… we got ready for bed and noticed the spots on Zany’s back. Uh oh.

Today. I can do this. Yes, I can! We woke bright and early to many more spots. Ok. No school. And no back-up babysitter (Grammy has my niece whose mom is pregnant and until I know what this is…). So I head to the bus stop with the boys and then to work with Zany. I sit her in front of my iPad with Netflix and get a couple of hours in, place a call to the dr, and send a couple of FYI emails.

When we get to the dr’s they take us right back. One nurse says chicken pox another measles. Neither sounds good to me. Then the PA steps in. Oh, this is just the scarlatina rash (can anyone say scarlet fever?) that you can get with strep. Then the other PA comes in no, it’s an allergic reaction to the strep meds. Ok, so I left to grab some benedryl feeling less than confident. But, I’m allergic to tons so that prognosis feels most secure.

We come home. I dose her up and spend the next several hours trying to get her to take a nap and stop scratching.

She finally conchs out and I check my email. Thirty-some from work. Several from teachers – CJ didn’t turn in two more assignments. Grr. One from school… someone in one of your children’s classes has head lice. Really?!?! What do I look like?

So, my brother – that I talk to once every several months – just called and wants to stop by. I’m not really in the mood for company but, I couldn’t say no, He never just stops by – we’re an hour out of his way. (I think he made CJ some new arrows and wants to surprise him.)

My baby girl still looks spotty. I’ve stripped all of the beds. I have LOADS of laundry to do. I need to get on some people and make sure homework gets done. Oh, and I think I need a nap – besides, making up the work I missed today.

This can not be happening! I’m now just laughing my rump off and thinking about how I’m going to look back on this. I think I’m headed to a padded room later this evening!