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Here at the B House, we have had another bout with the flu. This time, it struck Z1. Poor little bear. It's not the achy, hurt all over kind, but the kind where you wretch your guts out for two days until you have absolutely NOTHING left inside of you. He was finally able to hold down food yesterday and got some of his energy back, much to my relief. It's just hard to see your little ones so miserable and lethargic.
His flu started in the middle of the night. Normally, I am the one who gets up in the middle of the night for everything. When we first had children, I was barely working, so I always got up since the Hub had to go into work the next day. And when it comes to cleaning up puke, I ALWAYS have to do it because he can't take the smell (as if it's roses to MY nose). I'm usually gagging the entire time I clean it up. I can't tell you how many times I have had to do it.
Right now I'm working seven days a week, so it's a whole different ball game. It's a busy music season for me, on top of a busy work season at The Caregiver Organizer. (Which, BTW, that book has come in HANDY the last few weeks! Lots of sitters, lots of schedules. . . ) Anyway, so when Z1 first came to me in the middle of the night, I was really groggy. Generally, I am up before he can get three steps into the hallway. It's just how I'm wired. But this night, when he came back a second time, I was still pretty unresponsive, so I've been told. All I remember was getting shook by the Hub and hearing an,"AAAACCKKK!!!! The New Carpet!" and a quick ushering of a little body to the nearest bathroom.
I promptly rolled over thinking,"He said Let's. As in Let US have a baby. US meaning both of us.Go ahead, Honey."
And I slept soundly for the rest of the night.
Does that make me a bad mom? Or wife?
Yours, not losing too much sleep over it,
Melissa
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