Sick Days and Survival Mode
Now that we’ve hit the three-month mark, I’ve been thinking that maybe I should start raising my standards just a tad and maybe I should start climbing my way out of survival mode. It’s less daunting than it was weeks ago to consider cleaning my house (beyond the surface), doing some work, and getting Gemma on a better schedule.
The weekend came, and it seemed like everything hit the fan. Okay, so maybe that’s a bit dramatic. But Joe has been under some deadline stress at work (which means longer hours), Grace has had all the attitude and sass of an adolescent, Gemma started going through what I hope is the three month growth spurt and waking every two hours or less, and Sophie came down with a stomach bug (my nightmare).
Sophie was sick all through Friday night, seemed better, relapsed Sunday night (at my babysitting cousins’ house–they’ll undoubtedly think twice about watching our kids again soon!) and is hopefully on the mend… because Grace came down with it yesterday. She was heartbreakingly sweet about the whole thing, and hoped it wouldn’t interfere with plans to see my mom next week. We knew she was really not feeling like herself when she didn’t complain about missing school and didn’t care about watching a TV show or movie.
In an effort to not make this a total pity party, here’s some silver linings: Joe primarily took over care of the sick girls (I married up!) and this is forcing me to stay on top of my cleaning+laundry game. Also, Sophie was well just long enough over the weekend that we were able to get away to see Brian Regan for a fun night out (hence the babysitters). I’m not sure what we would have done if she got sick on Saturday.
Anyway, the kids have been enjoying copious amounts of TV while snacking on crackers, snuggling with whichever parent they want at the time (Joe, if he’s home), and I’ve been surviving and popping multivitamins in the hopes that I stay healthy. Maybe I’ll get out of survival mode tomorrow.