This time last year I was battling never ending nausea, and I only had my husband, myself and our pets to deal with. I could lay on the couch and try to sleep all day. I could run up to the store to get something I needed (Gatorade, Tylenol, etc) if I wanted to without much of a thought. I could let the laundry go another day- no one was going to be without clothes.
Things are so different with babies in the house.
I CANNOT lay on the couch and sleep!
I CANNOT run up to the store without a game plan and possibly an extra person and really is it worth it when it should only be a 5 minute trip to Lund’s…maybe I’ll just skip the store and have Mr. Wonderful pick up what I need on his way home. Yes, that is a better plan.
I CANNOT let the diapers pile up- they must be washed, we need them tomorrow, go figure!
I have had no energy to play with the boys. But they need to play, so we play. I have had no patience for their protests at nap time. So we sit and rock, and rock, and rock, and bounce and rock and one of them falls asleep in time for the other one to wake up, naturally. That nap I thought I was going to get? Non existent.
I don’t ever remember feeling this crappy while being sick. That 30 weeks of morning sickness? Totally blocked, thank you momnesia.
It’s a whole new ballgame when you have kids. Stop the presses! Mom’s can’t get sick. The world doesn’t stop for us to get better!
That’s my lesson this week.
I haven’t done a very good job at keeping the kisses to a minimum. I just can’t do it. I have used a crapload of antibac gel though. That’s got to count for something, right?