On Digging Deep

Some days as a parent, you just have to dig deep.  Dig for patience, energy, time, and yes, sometimes even "like".  We always, always LOVE our kids, but let's be honest, sometimes they are hard to like.  

This week, I got hit with my second go so far this year with a stomach bug.  Or food poisoning.  Whatever it was, it knocked me out for two days.  On top of that, I haven't been sleeping well.  Mommy monster wanted to rage her ugly head all day both days.  By eight o'clock in the morning yesterday, I knew if I heard one more whine or fight, my head was literally going to explode.  Luckily, the girls had school, so that saved the day.  Friday is their last day before summer break.  Say some prayers.  Things might get ugly around here next week.

Now, let's talk timing.  Kids are always ALWAYS going to ruin your timing.  For someone who is obsessed with time and routines, this throws me for a loop.  I've learned to calm down...somewhat...in the past five years.  My husband would completely disagree that I've chilled out.  I still have some work to do on this one.

Back to the story.  Monday afternoon around 2:15, I started feeling nauseous.  I mean really nauseous.  I also had to leave in 30 minutes to pick the girls up from school.  It was too late to call in Daddy to save the day.  So, off I went.  I literally ran through the school and hustled the kids out to the car as fast as possible.  The minute I walked in the door of the house, I got pretty sick.  Seriously?  Could it not have waited one more stinking hour?  On the bright side, at least I made it home in the nick of time.

Heath did come to the rescue at this point.  He rushed home and took over all the evening duties.  He's the best.  I really hit the jackpot.

The next day was a little better, but I still couldn't leave the house.  Or get off of the couch for too long.  Add a cranky, teething baby boy, and there I was, digging deep.  I cried at one point.  He cried...all day.  Neither of us napped well.  As my Grandma always says, everything gets over.  That's what I focused on.

As parents, we really can't get sick.  There is too much that depends on us.  I hope that all of you have a spouse like mine who rushes in and saves the day to get you through the worst of it.  Throwing up is always a fail, but we'll be positive and add this to the wins because I definitley won the husband lottery.  And he was in town when this all went down.  Major win!