Who else had a case of the Mondays? Wow, did I ever. This is basically how I look every morning, but today was particularly bad.
After a weekend with Grandma and Grandpa (translation: a lot of activity, too much sugar, and not enough sleep), it was back to the weekly routine. As much as I like weekend fun and family time, I frankly like the routine of school drop-off, activities, and work. I like structure. I’m like a toddler. Minus the mid-day nap, unfortunately.
Except today started off as a crap-tastic Monday. I went to bed too late, only to wake up at 4am to the sound of one kid crying. After calming down kid one, I discovered that kid one had woken up kid two. Oh, happy Monday. Then cue real wake-up time, and guess who woke up sick? ME! Husband was off to work early today, yet I somehow managed to get everyone out of the door and where we needed to be on time. I almost pulled the car over a few times because I thought I was going to vomit. Clearly, the beginnings of a fantastic day! Not.
My son was a complete maniac today. It’s as if he knows when I’m sick and wants to torture me on purpose. He swatted my glasses off about ten times, threw raisins all over the kitchen floor, and dumped his cup out and spread the water all over the floor, among other rascally things. He then slammed his bedroom door while I was in the bathroom. When I went to open it, I didn’t realize that he had wedged a motherf**king rubber duckie under the door, so the door ricocheted back and I slammed my head between the door and the frame. Excellent. Just what I needed on top of my sinus headache that took hours to subside. Oh, and the screaming. Don’t even get me started.
I’m a doer. And I don’t like to ask for help (though I am improving in this regard). Despite my pervasive guilt (see my previous blog post), I waved my white flag and asked my husband to check his work schedule to see if he could come home early to take over parenting duties.
He got me some bland food (ahhh), took the kids outside so I could be alone on the couch (ahhh), and fed them dinner (ahhh). I napped twice (double ahhh). I still feel gross, but I definitely would have been crying at bedtime had I solo-parented this afternoon. Sometimes you just have to call in reinforcement. Knock on wood I can do that. And knock on wood my husband is an awesome guy (I threw that in here because he asked me to).
Being sick sucks in general. But there was always a silver lining to being sick before kids. You know, getting to stay home from school or work. It’s no fun being sick, but at least you can throw on the television and lay in bed like a log. But when you’re a parent, being sick is the PITS. Even going to work isn’t as bad as parenting sick. Kids don’t care that you feel like shit. You still have to take them to school, feed them, entertain them. They still cry, whine, and beg you to pick them up. And the whole time all you want to do is go to bed and have your own mommy bring you soup and tea.
So to all you parents out there doing this solo… Kudos. I applaud you. Parenting is hard, even with a village. So thanks to my village.