I didn’t realize how much I valued my free time while the boys are at school until it was taken away unexpectedly. Brady has been home from school for three days with strep throat, and while I could have done stuff around the house at least, I was usually hovering around him like a satellite, tending to him, feeling his forehead, almost escaping orbit sometimes but pulled back when he whined or called for me.
This afternoon I looked down at my outfit: baggy sweatpants-shorts, an old shirt, slippers. The fabulous blowout I treated myself to on Tuesday morning is still slightly encrusted with the amoxicillin Brady shot all over me with the children’s medicine plunger when he was avoiding taking it. (Last night he threw up a combination of that, Gatorade, and water because he was so upset that the medicine tastes bad.) I forgot to brush my teeth today.
This is what it was like to have an infant. Number one rule: take care of yourself!
After a few phone calls with some girlfriends I felt a little better. We’ve all been through it. Hell, I’ve been through it – it’s just been a while. It’s not like I don’t have the kids home with me a lot, it’s just that I wasn’t planning on a three-day sickout this week. I’m a Libra. I like things to go down as I anticipate them.
So I’m taking this moment to pat myself on the back again because I need to balance out the feeling that the last three days have been a colossal waste of time.
This Week’s Little Victories:
Brady is getting better. I managed to get him to eat food and drink liquids.
I took a 30 minute walk last night.
I did buy some food. We have some food. I had $50 with me and the total was $48.25. Perfect.
Updated the budget and fixed the glitch on my computer.
Did two loads of laundry.
Read five chapters of my friend’s novel.
Watched far too many episodes of Spongebob, all in the name of “snuggling.”
Remembered my husband’s birthday.
Managed not to injure us both when I slammed the door in his face because he was about to walk in on me wrapping his present.