I feel like normally, I would use a title like this to tell you guys something heroic (but not actually heroic) thing I accomplished for the sake of my children. However, that is not the case. In fact, today was quite the opposite. Today I was so weak. SO WEAK.
I don’t care to get into a ton of details, but I did not sleep until about 4:30. Even then, I slept lightly, nodding in and out, and woke up in a panic at 7:45 upon realizing that Brady had slept through his alarm and was instantly two hours late for work, also missing an additional deadline that he was supposed to meet at that exact moment. Seemingly seconds later, he was out the door, and Solly was awake. I tried to feed him, but he wouldn’t drink. I lay him back down and got dressed and ready for the long day ahead.
Come to find out that Laela had once again had a poop explosion all over her bed đ This is of absolutely NO fault of her own, as she is so very sick and her body is simply not cooperating, but it is SUCH a wild amount of mess each time. Just amazing. She informed me right away that she hadn’t pooped on her stuffed toys, so thats good news, but it was on her hands and feet, all over her bedding, etc. I took my cue from Brady the other day when he had to deal with it on his own, and I stripped her down in the tub. She was so cooperative and chipper as I cleaned her off, and only one time mentioned that she was little bit chilly standing ankle deep in water so I could get every little spot off of her. I wrapped her up quickly and cleaned out the tub while she sat in her towel. Some fresh jammies and a diaper seemed to fix everything, and she was good to go for the day! I, on the other hand, did a big load of laundry, soaked and hung her big quilt, and aired out her room.
It was a pretty rough start for me on such little sleep. The boys were happy when I went to get them, but I was having a lot of trouble cooling off, and I know I wasn’t being very nice. I was failing left, right, and centre. It was the kind of day where I would have loved to just load them all into the van and drive to the city for Starbucks or to bring Brady a coffee or something like that. Just to get out for a bit. But with the kids so sick and unpredictable, there was just no way. I may it until about 9:40 before I called my mom. Rather than talking me off a ledge, she came over. She braved our illness and came to love on us for the day. It was SO needed and appreciated and saved the entire day. When someone would start to cry or a argue, my mom would get up before I could. It was so nice to have a dear friend to split some of the load with <3 Thank you, mom, for all you do. I don’t know how well today could have gone if not for you. I love you!
Now, kids are in bed, and I have honey mustard chicken and garlic parm bread cooking. Still have to find a veggie, but we’re well on our way to winding down for the night. I hope you all had vastly smoother starts to your days, but I know I’m the only one who got to spend it with my mom, sooooo mine was likely the best đ
I love you, my darling. It was so good spending the day together. I had been missing you guys. I hope your whole household sleeps well and heals well too.