Moment of truth: I'm sick and tired of caring for sick and tired children.
I don't want to wipe another snotty nose. I don't want to remind another toddler to cover his mouth when he sneezes. I don't want to watch my infant's eyes burn red because she's coughing so hard. I don't want to miss another church service or Bible study or date night because someone is sick and needs me. I don't want to constantly watch the clock and wonder if it's time for another dose of meds. I don't want to discover another shredded tissue in the washing machine. And I really, really, really don't want to wake up at night and rock anyone to sleep because they don't feel well.
Okay? Can we agree on this? Can we reach a settlement of sorts? I hope so. Cause if not, this Momma is about to go AWOL.
And, just for posterity's sake, can someone pretty puh-leeese let me if you, too, have felt this way? I'm overwhelmed with guilt for even thinking this, but I'm really reaching the end of my rope. In fact, I think I have fallen off the end and I'm now reaching back up just trying to grab the rope. Not exaggerating.
What?! No one else has felt this way? I guess parenting really does reveal the the ugly in me so that I can ask Jesus to get to work fixing me!
Despite having sick and tired little ones, I've tried to maintain some level of life-as-normal. I didn't know if I should feed a cold or starve a cold (kinda like you do with a fever), so I opted to feed it. We made cookies and each boy got his own plate so that germs were not shared.
Truth be told, we made cookies because I needed some sort of cheap pick-me-up and chocolate helped the immediate need.
When puzzles got boring, Nerf guns filled the void. The higher the bullet stuck, the better.
[Insert raised glass of sparkling grape juice.]
Here's to a new week. A new day. A new chance to get over my attitude of being sick and tired of being sick and tired.
P.S. And, for the record, blowouts like this do not help the situation, Miss Annalyse.