The Craziest Day I've Ever Had and It's Not Even Half Over, Yet

I was up late talking with Brandon, and so when my mind told my body to wake up just after 7AM this morning, I was not willing to comply. But I had to. Today, like yesterday, is one of those days that has five gazillion things on the agenda. These days are less frequent now that I've let some things go, but they are still around. In fact, when I looked at my April calendar, I realized that I would have to do the crazy-day-marathon until May. Seriously --after May 3rd, I have basically nothing to do.
No complaints here!
The irony is how much I love these days when I accomplish a gazillion things. Perhaps it's because it makes up for the extreme-lazy days? Maybe...
Anyway, this is how my morning went:
*Woke up
*Tried to blog about #1's Birthday (because TODAY is #1's Eighth Birthday! Happy Birthday beautiful daughter!) but my cruddy laptop wouldn't let me into my picture site because of some security thing (and the "picture site" where we have our "pictures" is through Brandon's "company" and so it's not some lame-o one that could "easily" be hacked "into" and don't these quotes make you think fondly of Chris Farley? Huh...).
*Sent the girls off to school
*Got myself and the boys ready --but not soon enough. We were 4-5 minutes late for preschool, and when we got there, the front door had a sign on it explaining that the new preschool room in the basement was finished and to please use the basement stairs on the side of the house. I stayed in the van, yelled at #3 to go around the side and down the stairs. I saw him go to the side of the house and I drove to that side and didn't see him, so I knew he had gone down the stairs.
*I drove like a madwoman to my Midwives' office.
*I drank the glucose test in less than one minute (I rock, yo).
*I drove like a madwoman back to my neighborhood for a visiting teaching appointment at 9:30AM. Enjoyed pleasant conversation.
*When that was done, I drove back like a madwoman to the Midwives' office and got some blood drawn.
*Drove back to my neighborhood like a madwoman to my 2nd visiting teaching appointment at 10:30AM (why they were apart like that takes too long to explain here --just know that it was needed and I was glad because how else could I have done this glucose test?). Once again enjoyed pleasant conversation.
*Noted that #4 was a perfect angel through all of the crazy back and forth appointment things.
*The second visiting teaching appointment is right around the corner from the Preschool (NOTE: The Preschool is a woman's house and she lives in our ward, which is very convenient!), and so #4 and I walked around the corner (with both my VT companion and the lady we VT --her twins are in the preschool, too).
*Get to the Preschool.
*Notice we are a few minutes late.
*Notice that only the twins are there.
*#3 isn't there.
*Wonder about it without panic until the preschool teacher says: "Was #3 sick today?"

A MOTHER'S WORST NIGHTMARE BEGINS

*I freaked out. Total freak out. Turns out, #3 never even showed up through the door. His teacher just assumed he was sick. I had assumed he went inside and then DROVE OFF.
*In sheer panic and sobs wracking my body, I grab #4, run back to the car, throw him in and race back to our house, sobbing the whole way and begging God that #3 was at home. I pulled into the driveway, grabbed #4, hauled up to the locked front door, unlocked it, opened the door, and saw #3 sitting on the couch watching the Disney channel.
*Collapse with relief.
*Grab #3 and bawl my eyes out and hug him and tell him I was scared.
*Finally calm down enough to call his teacher and hear #3's story. It went like this: Apparently, he didn't know he was supposed to go down the stairs. He went to the backyard. When he didn't seen anyone, he decided to go home. He figured I had gone to "Costco" (his words). He walked all the way home (just two blocks) and when the front door was locked, he went to the back sliding glass door.
Thanke all that is holy and just that I forgot to lock it this morning when we left!
He came inside, took off his stuff and watched TV for the next two hours. He said the phone rang once but he didn't answer it.
And thank all that is holy and just that nobody came to the door!
So, he was fine.
*After calming down, we had to get in the car and go up to get some Krispy Kreme doughnuts for #1's class (for her birthday, remember?). My VT companion was on her way to my house worried about #3, and luckily I caught her just as we were leaving.
Isn't she so sweet? I could tell she felt that same panic and we talked about how losing our kids is seriously our worst nightmare come true.
*Realized the irony--We lost #3 at Bear Lake this last weekend for about 15-20 minutes. Turns out he went to the wrong condos after playing outside. But I'll tell you about that one later.
*Got the doughnuts.
*Drove to the school, dropped off the doughnuts in the office, picked up #2 and the rest of the carpool, drove home, fed the kids lunch, and wrote this blog post.

And I still have to go to Costco, clean up the kitchen/living room, take #2 to Theater Class, make sure I have everything for #1's birthday, go out to dinner, cake/ice-cream/presents, make sure the Neighborhood Newsletter is ready to go, reserve the building for my piano recital (why do I procrastinate?!), color and cut out some things for #2's Kindergarten teacher, watch American Idol (dude, this one is pure pleasure!), blog about AI, finish the Happy Birthday blog about #1 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, #1!!!), pray that my glucose test confirms the doctors concerns, and collapse into bed.

I swear, this poor fetus has felt every range of emotion today.

Have you ever lost your child?