Sick Day

Head pounding, scratchy throat, burning eyes and aches all over. That describes how I felt this morning at 4:30am when Trexen stood next to my bed pleading for me to find his Sophie kitty. Ugh up out of bed for the third time and now that cold the kids passed back and forth invaded my body.

A few hours later I am laying on our living room floor wrapped in a blanket, eyes closed and two wide awake boys driving tractors on me. I always rate my sickness by deciding if I would stay home from work or not, is it bad enough for a sick day? Well I found myself in a new situation this morning, there are no more sick days. Whether I'm full of energy or dragging myself out of bed there are two little ones needing me to be mama no matter what.











I close my eyes for a second and find this.













I tried to tell them, "mommy doesn't feel good, I need you to have good listening ears" but quickly they forgot and I was pushing swings and building sand castles trying to sit every chance I got wearing sunglasses in hopes of "resting my eyes" without being caught.













4:30am caught up with him












So I assume the position on the couch, enjoy quiet nap time and prepare my husband for a disaster house.




















Since there are no sick days, we are just trying to make it through today, looking forward to restored energy and fun later in the week.

It's All Relative

Morning came all too soon yet not soon enough this morning. Last night was spent at friend's house where pudgy pies sizzled over the fire, water splashed from the wading pool and laughs floated through the neighbor yards. As we pulled into the driveway the lightning bugs lit the way and meltdowns began. In to bed our little ones went and not too long after my husband and I followed. I was tired and looking forward to sleep...funny how kids seem to know that.











2am and I am abruptly woken by my incredibly loud 2 year old screaming, "mommy". Honestly I have the loudest children, they don't know how to cry only scream in a high pitch ear piercing way. Trexen hasn't been sleeping well so we've been leaving his gate (a baby gate we have in his door way) open so he can come into our room. The scream got closer and I knew it was time to peel my eyes open and once again work at calming him down. This time he was holding his finger screaming it hurts; well it was dark, my eyes barely open, I couldn't tell what happened.

Three hours later him and I still awake now downstairs rotating between the couch and rocking chair. I would start to doze and he would scream because the freezing cold ice pack he just had to have on his finger would slip. Oh I am not used to being awake so early when only infomercials line the tv guide. However just six months ago this was normal, I was always awake at 3am and knew which channels to surf and who I could find on Facebook.






(Finally sleeping at nap time)







Funny how we get used to new things so quickly. A short time ago a good nights sleep consisted of 3-4 hours sometimes not even in my bed, now a good nights sleep is in my bed only up once. It's all relative, what we get used to as moms, how we push ourselves to keep going and the attitude in which we do it all with. I was grumpy this morning, my back hurt from the couch and I had to dig deep to find motivation for the beach. Yet I am thankful, God knows I need those reminders. Many sleepless nights I prayed, pleading for sleep and in return I would never take it for granted again, never forget His strength getting me through.











A good night's sleep, our level of tiredness, motivation, time...it's all relative.