I thought I had nothing to say......I was wrong

Wow, trying to blog everyday is a chore, I mean what if nothing exciting happens? What if you don't have anything brilliant to write, then I read other blogs and think how can these people come up with all this stuff every day??? Well my brain is fried, I worked 3, 12 hour shifts this week. 7:45pm-7:45am....... I haven't stayed up all night since I was....well before I had kids, well that's a lie because when they were babies I guess there were several occasions where I had to stay up all night, where was I going with this.
Oh right, my 12 hour shifts. My first one was shitty( now if you have read my previous posts you know when I say shitty I mean it literally!!) not only that but the person I take care of had a seizure as well. So around 3am, after I had given the meds to get them out of the seizure, changed 2 diapers(not kids) I started to feel a little sick. After no sleep it was time to wake up the other person( I take care of 2 disabled adults) So while I am bathing her my stomache is doing flip flops, and I start hurling into the toilet(while still bathing the lady) I'm sure she was impressed. Sorry for the visual but you need to hear it to really feel sorry for me. I look at the clock it 7:30am, I am off in 15 minutes. My husband arrives with the kids, I have to feed them breakfast them take them to school before I head home. (more hurling) I am hoping I can make the 20 min drive........finally I arrive home and sleep all day. Had to call in and cancel my night shift, so the other girl had to work a 36 hour shift straight.
Next day (thursday) feeling much better, back to work. another seizure, more poopy diapers and no sleep....... what have I gotten myself into. Now Friday morning I am unbelievably tired, hubby drops off the kids at 7:30 again and it's time to drop the kids off at school, then my son reminds me that today is his "thing" at school. The students council(which he is in) put together a winter carnival, just like a carnival that is held every year in Quebec called "Carnival de Quebec". Anyways, my sons class was singing a french song for their opening ceremony. I had origianly told him that I was going to come and tape it.... Now after 3 days of no sleep and my stomache still not back to normal, the last freaking thing I want to do is to go sit in a gymnasium with 250 kids. I appoligize the whole way to school telling him how sorry I am but I just don't think I can make it. I look at his big blue eyes in the rearview mirror and can see his disapointment, but like the awesome kid he is he tells me that he understands. So after I drop them off to school I get home and think....suck it up woman, the boy has been practicing this song for weeks, the least I can do is show up. So I hop back in my van and head over to the school. The kids are setting up in the gym and I see my son sitting in front of the stage. The moment he sees me his whole face lights up, and he starts waving like crazy, almost brought me to tears.
Well look at that I did find something to write! I was going to post the video, but it needs editing!