Happy Father's Day!!

I hope all the wonderful Dad's are having a great day today and they are getting some rest and relaxation in before Monday.
It seems like this weekend was very busy. Friday we went to go pick blueberries and we go to the farm and it was closed for the weekend! We did lots of running around, I was trying to find a diaper bag (my obsession with purses carry over to diaper bags when I carry one around). I found the one I wanted but couldn't justify spending 50 dollars on it so I am just sticking with the one I have for now. We stopped to get gas after that and of course the boys (C.B.I.: certified bathroom inspectors) had to use the restroom. I take them in and notice that there is a very elderly woman in the handicapped stall going to the bathroom with the door wide open. I quickly shield Noah and Caleb so they wouldn't be rude and made them go in the other stall. So while the boys are using the bathroom I hear her crying for help. I go outside the door (I noticed her husband standing outside the door) and tell her husband she needs help and that there was no one else in there so he could go help her. He told me "no, can you help her?" Now I am the first to help with anything but this woman, who is now standing at the door with her pants down to her ankles in a gas station, needed someone else. I have a newborn to take care of and wasn't going to get germs and besides the fact that I had Noah and Caleb with me, how was I going to explain this to them? So this bad excuse for a husband goes out to the car (leaves his wife with her pants down) to go get his daughter in the car, geez don't you think she should've taken her in the first place. We quickly go home eat and go to Carlos' baseball game. This game was much better and they won 15-7. Carlos did hurt himself again and he was nursing his pulled muscle in his leg.
Saturday started my emotional roller coaster. I have been on the hunt for that perfect bathing suit (does it even exist) and while I can still wear a bikini I was leaning towards a tankini. We went everywhere looking for the perfect suit but the tankinis were not cutting it. So after many stores and many hours out with 3 kids I settled on one that I bought at Kohl's. Now I suddenly understand why shopping for bathing suits can be so overwhelming to women...Completely depressing. Even though I am close to my pre-pregnancy weight skin just doesn't sit the same way it used to when I was 18! We then take the boys to Wabash days which is a little carnival in town celebrating the coming of the railroad here way back when! The boys loved it, they got to ride on some cute kiddy rides. Noah loved the little roller coaster and Caleb loved the fun slide. It was nice for me because when my kids are having fun I love to see that so that lifted my spirits. We come home at around 8 and I put Luke to bed but he doesn't sleep long...He is full of gas. We had gotten Chinese food and I didn't even think about it bothering him. Well he was up till 10:45 screaming his head off. I was emotionally and physically drained so I felt awful for him. Carlos told me to just put him in his bed and let him scream, but I didn't have the heart to do that. I put him on my chest, gave him gas drops and just prayed that he would feel better. He finally fell asleep and didn't wake up again till 3:30 (he sleeps so much better next to me).
Sunday comes and which should be a relaxing day for me is just filled with chaos! I wake up and totally forget it is Father's Day so I neglect to wish Carlos a happy day (hey he forgot my birthday one year so we are even now). I get out of bed at 8 feed Luke, take a shower, get dressed, get the boys dressed, fix breakfast, feed Luke again and head out the door by 9. Pretty good but just stressful. I get to church set up for the nursery, the one person who is suppose to serve in one of the nurseries fails to show up so I fill in. The kids are good but we have one that won't stop crying and I am just done on the whole crying thing, I page his mother and get him the heck out of my nursery (nice huh?). They bring Luke to me twice to be fed and each time he doesn't want to eat because it is too loud...Leaving me with a screaming Luke! I leave church go home to get changed then run to Wal-mart to get some groceries. I just feel so spent with energy today. I am starting to think that me doing the nursery is doing nothing for me and I am not doing anything for them if I am always filling in for people who never show!
Goodness can you tell it has been rough weekend, I am ready for Monday to come!