Sick Together

Recently Everleigh and I both got sick. It went like this: I started feeling like my throat hurt. A couple days later, I felt achy, tired and crappy. Then my nose started running like that was its job. I spent two days feeling like it might be worth it to just go ahead and die. Then I crawled out of it and got it together just in time to deal with a sick baby. And not just any sick baby. A mommy-loving, anti-sleep, high need baby. Which means I became the carrier, comforter, bather, milk fountain, nose-wiper, cradler extraordinaire. 

Whenever Ev gets sick, I am reminded of how easy I have it most of the time. She literally wants held all the time. She cries real tears if it takes me a minute to get her. After being bathed and loved up and given medicine and snuggled and read to, she will sleep for about 30-45 minutes before waking up furious that she can't breathe through her nose. Then she cries, wants held and rocked, drifts back to sleep, then become uncomfortable being held and wants to spread out on the bed. But when she lays back on the bed, she realizes she can't breathe and the cycle starts over again. And so it goes. 

Sorry for the complaint-fest...I do realize I'm blessed in so many ways. Just wanted to share the humor in the hard work that being a mom/caregiver can be sometimes. 

Hope you all are keeping the sniffles away!

It's Raining, I'm Falling

For those of you who are currently experiencing jacket weather or better, I hate you. No wait, I didn't mean that--I'm jealous of you. Want to swap houses for a month or two?

Because it is not raining men here today in old Kansas City, it's raining ICE. After getting up this morning with baby E, actually doing my hair and makeup (wow!) and slipping into some new "business casual" work duds, I kissed my baby and hubby goodbye, grabbed my coat and my gigantic bag lady purse, and set off. Have I mentioned before that I live 4 blocks from work? Don't judge me ;) I walk when it's nice out. But today my friends, it is the opposite of nice out.

While pulling my car out of the driveway, I realized that I couldn't stop at the bottom of the drive and almost hit another car that was driving extra slow. Then I remembered that my actual wallet and such was still in the diaper bag inside the house. So I pulled around up front, got out, and slid right onto my bum. It was like ice-skating!

Whew! So I got my wallet clutch thing, said goodbye AGAIN, and left. Now I'm here and no one else is at work because it's a wreck waiting to happen out there. Think I'll do a little work, then go get a steaming hot mocha before returning home early to play with Everleigh and nurse my sore tush and my bruised pride :)

But look at what I get to go home to.....

Not so bad when you put it like that :)