There are oh so many things that people forget to tell you about being a parent. Before becomming a member of this so-called club, you (or maybe just me) think that yes, it will be a lot of work but ultimately I can "figure it out". This is true, however, there are some things that are part and parcel with being a parent that I (selectively)? overlooked.
One of these things is that fact that I look like shit more often than not.
Some days, I might even smell like shit or have shit ON me. Thanks to one of my children.
Today I look and feel like shit but consider myself lucky in the sense I'm not full of it.
Friday night marked the start of a series of "bad nights". Buddy woke up with a nasty cough. I crawled in bed and lay wide awake as he tossed, turned, thrashed and coughed. Perhaps my over-tiredness is the reason I fell down the stairs the following day resulting in a painful bruised welt. I look like I have been a victim of domestic violence, I'm sure! Looking like shit.
Yesterday I got the dreaded call from daycare. Buddy has a fever. Come get him. Now.
After an afternoon of nurse duty (poor Buddy) we geared up for the night. Super Husband agreed to take today off so he was taking the night waking shift. Buddy woke every 10-30 minutes all night. At 4am Super Husband tagged me to take over out of shear exhaustion. I spent the next 2 hours laying wide awake as Buddy thrashed, kicked and coughed. Dragged my butt up for work, looked in the mirror and confirmed my suspicions were bang-on: Wow. I look like shit.
I pray that Buddy is on the mend. I feel so bad for him. Secondarily, I feel bad for Super Husband and myself.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a shit free day :)
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