Sitting on the couch with M, who is home sick and tired with a fever.
As for me, I’m just sick and tired… [lame attempt at humor]
I used to blog about, and think about, things other than kid illnesses. Wow, that was nice.
Though it may be torturous to do so, I’ve decided to keep track of these random viruses on a calendar. It feels like someone is sick more often than they’re not sick. Maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised to find that’s not the case, but let’s just say we’ve had one normal week since the middle of June. Pleasantly surprised is on the ropes at the moment.
Two weeks ago I had a bit of a nutty.
Early that day, I heard about a hoity-toity tall steeple church that hired a 29 year old single woman with half the ordained experience I have. Which got me thinking about the road I’m not traveling. Most of the time I don’t regret taking a different path, and kudos to them for calling a woman, but really. 29? Ordained three years?
About an hour after that, I got an e-mail from a colleague who works part-time and writes, who has way more writing gigs than there’s even time for! How very… nice… for that person. (Now rationally speaking, I know I’ve been there before, but I ain’t even close to there now. And besides, the pity party was just starting to get cranked up, and rationality isn’t invited.)
After receiving these two bits of info, I began to notice that J was wilting before my very eyes. I took his temp and it was 103.5 and I was like I’ve had it. When R got home from work, I left for a very long, self-indulgent drive.
One of my happiness resolutions is to “love what is” and I’m finding that my greatest spiritual challenge at this moment.
As I’ve said many times here, I’m not in a hurry for these kids to grow up. I love the ages they are now. But it’s no fun when they’re sick, and the constant petty illnesses get very, very, very… very old. They have no energy to do anything, and even if they did, they shouldn’t be out and about anyway. And if more than one of them is home that day, then we’re ALL stuck inside (which means you have to contend with the high-energy-I’m-bored kid and the don’t-want-to-do-anything kid).
Eh…
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And in related news, we are going on vacation in ten days.
Just trying to hold on…!
You are overdue for a vacation. Sorry M is still ill. What a crazy virus you have in your family.
People stuck at home with sick babies are entitled to nutties, and vacations.
I hear you, sister!
I just read Gretchen Rubin’s post today on Five Common Happiness Mistakes: “Boosters” That Actually Do More Harm Than Good. I couldn’t agree more with her list, though #4 is relatively recent news to me. I have been a classic “venter” in the sense of yelling and “getting it out of my system” but since reading the research that says it DOESN’T help and actually makes things worse, I have tried to temper this. (R might say to this “Really?! News to me.” Yes, I know it’s hard to tell.)
But in contrast to venting and yelling and such, I find that writing here (talking about it) helps me immensely. I feel much better. As my mom used to say, “Every time you talk about it, you cut it in half.”
I so want to know the details.
i know.
I’m bad.
Maybe that’s how I’m dealing with my own derailed career. who knows. I think keeping a calendar of illnesses would be cathartic!
It sucks to be me (you)…you’ll understand this remark better after Friday nite.
LOL, Mamala! And the internet is for…say it with me: porn!
Sorry the kiddos have been so sick. It really does seem (just from your FB posts) that you’ve been running a pediatrics ward this summer.
Just think, in less than 10 days, you can turn them all over to Aunt Kelly and high-tail it outta there!