What was I thinking?

Friday morning, I was sitting on my couch, feeling a migraine coming on.  I'm sure it was a result of the several sleepless nights this week.  The phone rang, it was Suzanne.  She wanted to tell me that if we were going to take pictures of our kids at this new location, we had to do it tonight.  They were tearing the place down!  NO!!!  Ughh...!!!  You wouldn't believe it, but I waited out the symptoms of the migraine and went to work, ironing the girls dresses and doing their hair.  In the meantime Jett laid limp, sound asleep on the couch worked from a night of throwing up.  I couldn't believe I was doing this.  I didn't have an ounce of energy and really I was going to drag Jett off the couch, throw him in the car while I took pictures of the girls?  YEP!  Well, it turns out that Jett woke up after a good snooze wondering what was going on.  I explained that I wanted to take pictures of the girls so he was going to have to ride along in the car and just watch a movie.  "WHAT?  I want you to take pictures of me too!"  Okay, so after a second of looking at his sweet, extra pink cheeks and darling nap face, I said sure.  I grabbed the closest outfit to us out of the pile on the couch, threw some goo in his hair and off we went.  The weather was dark and dreary.  There wasn't a whole lot of light.  It looked as if it were going to rain on us any second.  What was I thinking, seriously!  Was I crazy?  Probably, but like Suzanne said, this was our only chance!  I got a few pictures, I even pushed for a few more at the end cause the kids were in such great moods.  It ended with another migraine.  I had to sit and wait in the car for several minutes until my sight came back so I could drive home.  You'd never guess Jett had been sick all night and you'd never guess that Brooke was about to have a night of throwing up herself.  I think come Saturday morning, I was on the brink of death.  After being up all night Thursday, two migraines Friday afternoon and then being up all night Friday night with Brooke, someone could have shot me and I doubt I would have felt it.  But who cares right?  Cause I got darling pictures of my kids sweet faces!