This morning I am SICK for the 3rd morning in a row.
Not morning sickness...in the I'm pregnant kind of a way...so don't ask!
Just the worst cold, flu that has ever happened.
To add: I got a call at about 8:00 a.m. from my landscaper. He was planning on arriving momentarily to go over planter dimensions and the size of my child's soon-to-be sand box.
I was stuffed, sore throat, whiney, mad at the world and my child smelled like a giant butt.
Did I bathe him yesterday? Can't remember.
Where was that smell coming from anyways? Was it his feet...his breath maybe?
See---I took 2 blue NIGHTIME cold pills at about 2:00 p.m. yesterday afternoon hoping that I wouldn't wake until Jarom was home and serving me dinner...but it had the opposite effect. I have always had a MENTAL BLOCK against taking naps during the day.
How unproductive is that?
Jarom doesn't get to take a nap?
Oh--the guilt I feel if I do.
It's simply not worth it:)
My landscaper arrived and...
I threw on a sweatshirt and hiked through the mud that is currently my yard. I tried to "IMAGINE" (and I must add that I do not have one ounce of an imagination) what a planter that was 15 ft. in diameter would look like...how big a wellspire spruce would grow, etc. I would have preferred to be doing anything else at the moment...but I was also super excited that we were making progress.
This is when I heard horrifically high pitched screams coming from inside my house. I knew immediately (as most mothers do) what was wrong...just by the shear pitch and volume of his cry...I knew. He thought I'd left him. He didn't know I was outside. He didn't know were I was and I'm pretty sure the entire block heard him hyperventilate.
I ran inside and grabbed him....reasurred him that I wouldn't leave and begged him to keep watching cartoons. No can do! HE Of COURSE...insisted on being glued to my side.
Perfect. Great. Wonderful.
Me, Sick, Can't breath, carrying 40+ pound half naked child wrapped in blanket, coughing up a lung, hiking through muddy back yard, designing landscape with man staring at me in what can only be described as COMPLETE shock. It is moments like this when I ask myself "what would I do if I had more. Kids that is! I am only ONE FREAKING PERSON!!!!"
I was sooooo onry. Undescribably onry.
My child then announced that he need to poop.
I let him in the house...and he did what was only to be expected.
I placed him on the pot...and ran outside as to not keep my landscaper waiting and witnessing our utter disfunction. Approx. 2 minutes later...my child came out the front door, in the freezing cold, naked from the waist down, bawling his head off...that I needed to WIPE HIS BUTT!
Have I ever got in the car and left him all alone before? Why was he acting like some traumatized, abused child? The screams...oh the screams.
I put on a smile and finished up my little chat with a "can you come back tomorrow?" and went into my house to hide. Oh...and wipe his BUTT.
He is currently in Time-Out...and may be able to get out when Jarom get's home from work this evening:) We've had a few little talks about "Patience" since I'm pretty sure the child has no ability to comprehend that anyone exists or has needs except him.
I guess that's called : 3 years old syndrome.
It's hit our house in full speed this week...I'm afraid.
I have only enough energy to draw 1 bath today...so the great risk of traumatizing my child is something I'm going to take: he's getting in with me. The only thing that can help me at this moment is a LONG soak in the jet tub.
I have also been contemplating a discussion with a friend this morning. One in which we bounced back the thought that BLOGS ocassionally distort reality. They make lives look too blessed, too good, too perfect. I guess this is true. Since I, for example, don't make a habit of mentioning little things like when I went ballistic last night at 7:05 when Biggest Loser was supposed to come on and my COMCAST box decided to freeze! Tears were shed...Jarom was frantically trying to fix it before a vein burst in my face:) It was ugly. A bad moment.
We ALL have them. That's a no brainer. It's our responsiblity as adults to KNOW they exist...even though we don't see them or witness them firsthand.
Nobody's life is perfect. Without trials or stress or fights with their husband!
Nobody wakes up and looks in the mirror and thinks "Dang...I look good"...but instead grabs the flub that is hanging pinched from between your garment lines and the waist of your sweat pants and thinks "WHYYYYYY MEEEE?!?"
I say this because...I have many many blogs I look at...and love. Most, if not all, claim to be "REAL" or "HONEST" and they sometimes are...but MOST THE TIME...we, bloggers, moms, humans...choose to be positive. We choose to take the time to post or write or express about special moments, exciting news, little vacations!
....and we should...
We all should remember one small thing in the meantime. While we are browsing....and bloghopping that is! We ALL have bad days. Me included. We are all human...and living a PERFECTLY, FLAWLESS life in which we look like a million bucks, make a million bucks (ha!) and parent like a million bucks is only going to happen in the life after this one.
Not here on planet earth.
Today sucks at my house. I don't wish to make it all look PERFECT...because it's far from.
However, I Do CHOOSE to highlight the positive.
Maybe tomorrow will be better!
...if it is....I may take the time to post about it:)
You do that too, deal?!?
I best be going. I need to brush my teeth...since it's noon.
....Jaxson...well, he's getting scrubbed til he smells like a human again!