Hello, Everybody! Does Anyone Need Rescuing?
I think the universe wanted me to have some perspective. Just yesterday I’m complaining about me time and the busy business of life and Universe Chuck thought… lets mix it up and see how it really could be, shall we?
Because, this is how life is, right? This is how it rolls.
Eliza was stepped on yesterday
While in the middle of a nap.
By another child.
Two feet.
Extended placement, apparently – if you go by Eliza’s account.
I know.
The daycare parents reading this are saying, tell me something interesting, why don’t you.
The non-daycare parents are reading this and are horrified. Horrified and thanking their loverly lives that their children are never in harms way.
Don’t tell me you aren’t.
If it wasn’t my own child and it was at another daycare, I’d be judging other daycare centre’s horrid lack of supervision.
We are parents. We judge in order to feel better about our own choices.
Whatever.
Anyway, Eliza is now sick. Low grade fever, tired, has gas, doesn’t want to eat. Only drinking. Right now watching sesame street, which is a treat because we never get to do that.
Still, this means my work will back up and I will need to go in tonight to do some catch up.
The garden hasn’t been watered in two days (Sorry Jido).
I missed lunch with a seriously wonderful person and I FORGOT TO TELL HER.
My mind is on this 3 year old who can’t seem to tell me what’s wrong. I almost miss the days of the pneumonia where I would at least know what to look for and was aware of the scenarios. Now I’m going back and forth between Fifth disease and the Walkerton Tragedy.
Don’t tell me you don’t think about that. The interview with the mother who didn’t know what was wrong with her child and how the doctor kept telling her to make sure he was hydrated when all along it was the water that was making him sick…
Don’t tell me that didn’t stick in your brain.
Fever.
Incredibly thirsty.
Not all that hungry.
This was going on last weekend and then a week of being fine only to dance the dance all over again.
I would google the shit out of this but it’s an awfully good way to get a damn computer virus.
First person to tell me it’s Leukemia gets a gonch pull.
Frankly, my Stay At Home Mom perspective is that my son could use a good stepping on sometimes
It’ll be good for him to get to Preschool in the fall. And for me, too. I can only listen to so many hours of Dora-Esque (as in: everything! constantly! shoulted!) goings on between Ti-Fighters and X-wings and “LOOK AT HOW FAST I’M PEDDLING MOM AND RAINI GET OUT OF MY WAY MOM RAINI IS IN MY WAY!!”
There’s some sort of virus going around here, Lochren then Theya were HOT and had no appetite and dehydrated. Theya pretty much ditched dinner and two hours of evening family time to “please Mom, just let me go to bed.” They’re both over it now, but it always puts me in a panic -ARGH! Tell Mama how to FIX IT!
Ada, long time no see!
I won´t be one to judge you, I promise! I found the perfect saying for these moments while literally squeezing the web last year for some confort since things here were totally chaotic; – the translation to English would go more or less like this:
“God, I thankyou even for my fatigue, for I know that I am struggling, and without struggle there are no victories.”
Have a good weekend!