Being that my birthday was coming up and on a Friday, I figured what better day to take off of work! We pay for day care regardless, so I could have a quiet peaceful day all by myself. Or at least 8 hours. Earlier in the week, Bob's back went out again, so he would be home with me. Okay, not what I had in mind, but not bad. He knew I needed some time by myself, so he'd likely leave me be. He even got up Friday morning and got the kids ready for day care and dropped them off. Yay! He came back home, I decided to take a nap. The phone rings within the hour. Bree is sick. We need to come get her. Is this really my luck? Bob said no need for me to worry, he'd take care of her. How can I not though? Try as a mom might, it's nearly physically impossible to pass off your sick child to someone else's care, even if it is to their father. Luckily though, she wanted to go to bed. So off to naptime I went.
Is it some law of the universe that moms are never allowed a day by themselves again once they pee on that stick? While I don't know how day to day life is for other mommies, I can say it's hard to even make a potty run without one of the kids barging in. Even if I am allowed a shower without no one pulling back the curtain on some days, the moment I turn the water off, Bree comes bursting in the door. Not sure what she wants really, but it's almost like clock work. And these days, even though Layne is almost a year, there are still probably more days than not where one of the kids wakes in the night, crying from not feeling well, teething, overly tired or just because. So I am convinced there will no longer be such a thing as a full, solid night's sleep or taking a random vacation day to be by myself.
The day may have not gone like I'd hoped, but all in all, it was a pretty good day. Even with a sick child, at least I wasn't working!
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