Repeat to self: I am not sick

While I usually am on the computer late because I am in insomniac I have actually been getting some sleep the last couple of weeks. First I had migraines and now I am sick. The whole family went to bed at 9pm yesterday. I can't think of the last time I was asleep at 9pm. Must have been the last time I was sick.
I am also in panic mode. I thought I had plenty of time to make my crafts for a craft fair I'm doing the 22nd. While it was weeks away, now it is only a week away and this sick thing is not helping. Also not helping is that some supplies I ordered (a month or so ago) may not get here in time. Great! That other part about being sick that stinks (other than just being sick) is that the kids seem to be fine. So I can't be sick in bed, I have to get up and play cook, chauffeur and well be a Mom.

To recap Tuesday-Wednesday.
Tuesday schedule looks roughly like this:
9:30-11 Preschool/Elementary Commission meeting at the church. It was my turn to do prayer and bring snack.
11-12 back home and get the kids lunch
12 back in the car to drop Mason off at his school around 12:15
Still in the car since Mia gets dropped off around 12:35. We get to her school a little early so I read books to her until she goes to school.
Run errands while the kids are at school.
Leave at 3 to go pick up Mason, then go get Mia, home a little after 4pm.
Let the kids play and work on sewing stuff for around an hour then start dinner.
Dinner. Then go to the PTA meeting at 6:30.
Since I wasn't sure if Mike was going to be home in time to watch the kids, I talked up the PTA meeting (they do have babysitters) so when the time came the kids wanted to go with me.

On the way to the PTA meeting it starts hailing. As we run into the building, Mason stops and starts crying. I see that he has been hit with a piece of hail in his eye and his eye is all read...he's crying. As soon as we walk into the where the babysitters are though he perks up and is fine.
About a half hour into the meeting 2 girls come into the meeting and say, "Um, a little girl fell down, hit her head and is crying." They don't know the little girls name. I say, "is she wearing a jean skirt and a brown shirt?" Yes. So I get up and walk down the hall with the girls. On the way, one of the girls said, "it's kind of bad her head is bleeding." I said, "her head is bleeding?" Then we're there. I walk in Mia is sitting down, crying, and covered in blood. She was running and caught the corner of a table on her way down. The cut is in her eyebrow so the blood is running down her face. She also had a bloody nose and she kept trying to put her hand to hold her head so there was blood everywhere. The blood had slowed down so I loaded the kids in the car and went home. Called Mike on the way to have him come get her out of the car. We get her in and clean her up. We think it is fine although the cut is in an awkward place and just bandage her up. She is acting fine so there's no worry of concussion at this point. The next day, on the 3rd band-aid I decide the cut just isn't going to stay closed so after my 9:30-11 meeting for Moms & Tots at the church, I head to Walgreens and buy some butterfly bandages. I clean her up and take the kids to school. After I drop Mia off, I call the nurse and the Doctor's office. Closed for lunch. I call again at 1pm. Voice mail. They finally return my call at 2:30 and tell me she'll probably need the glue or steri-strips but that they can't do that in the office and I need to go to Prime Care (AKA ER services). So I go pick up the kids. I make the decision that they're going to miss their religion classes and take Mia to Prime Care. The Doc says, "I wish you would have brought her in here last night." End result. They couldn't do the glue or the strips because of her eyebrow hair. They had to numb her, "play" around in there to make it a fresh wound and then give her 2 stitches. She screamed bloody murder the whole time and I had to hold her down. Whew!
Thursday was pretty normal and we were back at the church for Mia's choir practice. Man I'm at the church too much.

That's my not so quick sum-up of the past couple of days. TGIF!