seriously?

i was trying to stuff all of our medicine droppers into the dishwasher and sadly enough, they wouldn't fit. i ended up handwashing them and laying them out on the counter. and OH MY GOSH. the sight of all of them beside the sink actually made my husband shed a tear. we are so sick (no pun intended) of medicating our children! but hey, doctor's orders right? where do we draw the line? i breastfeed, i eat healthy for him (what i can eat anyway), my daughter is a veggie lover and a GREAT eater, and i don't give her that much crap. but still, they get sick. WHY? this week has been awful. we have sinus infection, cough, rash from antibiotics, fever like i've never seen before. ugh. i took grayson to the doc a second time last night, and when he heard aislyn cough, he was like "um, that would be croup.." WHAT? i wasn't even really taking her in to be seen. don't mean to rant and rave. its just been a frustrating week and i feel like i'm done now. all done. i hate seeing my kids SO stinkin sad. i just wish i could hold them all night long, but that would do them no good because then i would be even more tired than i already am, right? and even LESS able to mother them. man, i never understood when my parents would tell me how much they love me, and how worried about me they would get. and i would say "whatever paranoid parents..." and they would always say... "one day you'll see. you'll see amy dawn. you just wait til you have kids."

i see now, mom and dad. i get it.