Quarter Life Crap. . .

If you've ever read a single one of my blog posts you will know that things are pretty hectic here sometimes..ok most of the time. 

But sometimes, like right now, I kind of reach the end of my tether. 

So tonight, my 25th birthday, I'm sitting down watching a dumb movie, eating piles of junk food and feeling really bloody sorry for myself. 

About 3 weeks ago my hubby went away for a 2 week work trip. In that 2 weeks baby Isla was sick for approx 10days, she wasn't sleeping well and was very unhappy. My oldest daughter Kaitlyn suffered terrible from insect bites, in fact she had over 155 bites all over her little body. And then I got sick and lost my voice for about 5 days. 

After that I was tired and run down, in need of some time with my husband, I miss him so much when he's away, and was really looking forward to our family getaway over Easter. Hubby doesn't get days off work too often so for him to have 5 days off in a row was nothing short of a miracle. I was picturing beautiful family bonding, fun, laughter and a memorable family trip.
What I got was nothing short of a disaster (refer to previous blog post for details). 
So I came home from that tired, grumpy, stressed and worried for my children. It took a few days to get over that trip. 

And then today. My birthday. To be honest I wasn't really in the mood to celebrate being a quarter of a century, I think I'm having a quarter life crisis, but I was at least looking forward to spending the day with my kids and having cake and possibly a nice lunch/dinner. 
Instead my day started at 4am with Kaitlyn screaming "mum!!!!! Bradley's vomiting" (just a random side note Bradley is a really scary vomiter (is that a word) he doesn't wake up so he lays flat on his back, asleep, vomiting-I'm always scared he will choke). After rescuing him and cleaning up the bed, sheets, floor and Pajamas I crawled back into bed. 
Only to be woken minutes later by Kaitlyn throwing up. It was that quick, literally within 10minutes of each other. 
By 6:30 Kaitlyn was onto vomit number 3-a spectacular projectile vomit that covered the entire length of the hallway. Yay! 

By 8am Kaitlyn was up to 4 vomits, Bradley at 2 and while on the phone for my traditional early morning "happy birthday" phone call from my mum Isla spewed on me. 

Happy. Freaking. Birthday. 

I'm not a typically selfish person, when asked what I want for my birthday my honest answer is 'nothing.' But sometimes, just sometimes I would like to enjoy a day that's just about me. With my family of course. 
Tonight I was looking forward to spending the night with a friend of ours who knew phil was on nights. She had made a cake, planned a dinner and was putting on a casual 6person party for me. It was such a nice thing for her to do and I really wanted to be there. 
I whinged to my hubby today "no one ever gets sick on your birthday, or the kids birthdays, why does it always happen to me?" That probably isn't 100% true but after doing the single mum thing with sick kids (and me) for 2 weeks, having the worlds worst holiday (MY relaxing time) completely ruined and now my birthday cleaning up vomit and spending the day washing blankets, towels, pillows, buckets, Pajamas etc I was pretty much at the end of it. 

So yes, it may be immature and selfish, but tonight I'm heading for a sugar coma and eating away my sorrows-if I wasn't breastfeeding I would be drinking away my sorrows, I'm not sure which is worse. . .