This week has been a little rough on everyone.
I’d spent the past two days helping my friend labor through the birth of her baby (an INCREDIBLE experience, by the way!) which meant, of course, that things around here were not taken care of in the usual way. The little ones, who were with their grandparents, hadn’t seen me for two days and Mary, who I made it home for only to put on the bus and to make sure she was fine to stay at a friends’ house until I was finished, barely had, either. Spencer went into work, still recovering from his own painful procedure, got off really late and still had to help get the kids from my mom because the baby wasn’t actually able to be seen until after 7:30. I did manage to get the necessities taken care of around the house (and to spend a little time with each of the kids) while she went in for her C-section, before I saw the baby… but I came home afterward positively beat.
Still, when I woke up on Thursday I was actually looking forward to filling up on mommy-and-me time with the kids. We’ve been shipping them off to sitters a lot recently, so I had this whole great list going on in my head of things we were going to do to make up for lost time. A walk through the trails. A picnic at the park. Holiday crafts and some card-mailing once we got back to the house for Scarlett’s afternoon nap.
Then Matthew came down with a bit of a bug instead -- There was a hint of a fever, but nothing we haven’t seen a katrillion times. (Here’s hoping he’s at least building up an arsenal of immunities so that he doesn’t get sick so often once he gets to school next year.) So our ambitious, outdoor plans were a bust; instead it was sick-day activities on the couch and Spring Cleaning while the kids lay refreshingly unconscious at the same exact time -- not once, but twice in one day.
This may sound a little cruel to those of you who are better mothers than I, but that my friends? Was kind of a good day.