So busy, so tired, so much stuff

Tonight I am tired, my feet and calves are red and swollen, and if I had time to feel overwhelmed I would. Today Pete was not feeling well as a result of what we assume to be food poisoning. He made dinner last night at my request, I was trying to share the load and unburden myself some, but he wasn't really up for it so he didn't put his usual pizzazz into it. He started eating while I got everyone else their food. I cut into it for Luke and saw right away that it was not sufficiently cooked. Pete had already eaten half of it. I tried microwaving it but it was just not really salvageable. Jack really wanted to eat the dinner so he found some that looked 'ok' and took 4 or 5 bites. The rest of us decided not to eat. Pete felt sick pretty soon after. Jack felt not great but not as bad as Pete.* I don't want to hear again from him how I messed up in the kitchen because at least I have never given myself or my family food poisoning.

Early this AM Pete told me I would have to sub for him as helper at Jack's book fair, which started at 8am. Wonderful woman I am I agreed. I was very worried that my lack of math skills would make this a horrible experience, but luckily I avoided the cash registers and helped kids find books. Also, if you think telling someone that you are pregnant with your 5th kid is going to get a semi-shocked response at a Catholic School you are wrong. The lady in charge today has 7 kids. A boy in Jack's class is 1 of 9 kids, I better just let go of that idea right now. When I got home my dear husband was asleep and still not feeling well, Meg was asleep, and the boys were watching tv. At least they survived. You see I was worried because yesterday when I left Meg and Thomas at home I returned to Meg crying in her bed and Thomas trying to help by putting a basketball, a chessboard, and fruit snacks in her bed. He was also trying to set up the cribbage board and climb into her crib with it. 

This afternoon I went to pick up Jack from school, and we had to stop by the store for 7Up,  I decided that I was just too tired, busy, and not at all in the mood to make or bake goods for the bake sale Jack's class is in charge of tomorrow, so I bought yogurt covered pretzels to divide into baggies and send with him. I am wondering why I did not think of this sooner. Brilliant.

 Jack had Tae Kwon Do tonight so I took him. Once there I became hungry and they have a little food place so I ordered a pizza. I almost ate the whole thing. I got to the last piece and stopped myself because- Come on woman have some respect for yourself! But I really could have eaten it all. I think a recent conversation with the insurance nurse was playing in my mind somewhere. The insurance company feels as though I need to have phone calls from a nurse to talk to me about being pregnant. I don't feel the same way since I have been pregnant like a million times, after a month of avoiding the call I took it. She asked basic questions and she got to the the weight question and it went like this. N: How much do you weigh? Me: Around 140 lbs. N: What was your starting weight? Me: 118 lbs. N: Do you think you need to have a talk with your doctor about how to manage your weight during pregnancy? Is he concerned that you have gained so much? So I threw that last piece of pizza away, but now I wish I hadn't because I am kinda hungry.

I mentioned Jack didn't feel great after eating dinner last night. He mentioned that during school he had a few issues, but he seemed to be managing. Well, right before bedtime he just stood in front of the stairs and vomited for a long long time. I just stared. I didn't even go get a garbage can. I was sort of amazed. It's been a long week and it is only Tuesday. 

Ok so it sounds like I have been moaning a lot, but while life has been busy it hasn't been all bad. So I should mention some of the other things.

Luke lost his first tooth.  He is very excited that he is only 4 and has lost a tooth with another soon to come out. He was confused about the tooth fairy thing, and didn't even check under his pillow the next morning.

Jack had his First Reconciliation. He was very nervous. He didn't want to talk to the priest, he was worried the priest would tell people what he said, he couldn't remember everything he had done wrong, and he was embarrassed by the bad things he had done. We talked it out, but he was still so anxious. The parents were invited to also receive Reconciliation so Pete and I both went. It had been a looooonnnnng time for both of us, but life here has been rough in many ways and we felt like we needed it. I think it helped Jack to see us go and feel a bit uncomfortable too. I tried to get up and leave as soon as I confessed and he said--Didn't you come for absolution? You better sit down if you want it. Oops. Pete felt touched by some wisdom informing him that God doesn't need us to be perfect and it is in our weaknesses that God works. That was definitely paraphrasing and Pete will probably get upset I didn't remember it correctly, but that was the basic idea. Jack also felt better after going. He played with his brothers all day and even held open doors for me.

We drove to Indy and went to the Children's Museum with Granny, Pappy, and cousins James and Lily. The boys had a lot of fun. 

There you go. Life with the Weigel Family.