Archives for: February 2009
The Joys of Motherhood
In the wee hours of Thursday morning, I was SuperMom, able to correctly diagnose a child's complaint of "My neck hurts" as being nausea rather than meningitis (mostly due to the horrible urpy sound said child was making), and get her spun around in time so she could make her call on the big white telephone, instead of calling collect on the bathroom floor.
Today, someone has obviously planted some kryptonite somewhere, because I spent a good share of my morning calling dinosaurs in between trying to get small children ready for school and daycare. I'm starting to feel a little bit better as the day goes by (i.e. I can drink water without fear, now), but I'm still not straying far from a bathroom.
I don't like being sick, no matter what form it takes. However, it's a side effect of motherhood that I've come to accept, if not embrace. Chances are, that if some little person in my household brings home something viral, I'll be on the receiving end before too long. Luckily, the children have been exposed to enough stuff now through daycare and the school system, that these incidents have become fewer and further between.
Still doesn't make it any fun.
I'm not as tough as my Mom. I'm sure she was probably ill from time to time when I was a child, but I don't really remember that. She really is SuperMom. Of course, she also worked nights when I was a child, so my Dad mostly got us ready for school in the mornings, so maybe I didn't get the opportunity to see her shuffling around feeling miserable first thing in the morning.
You know, I really think she must have been SuperMom, especially when my brother and I were small. Because she worked nights, and was there for us during the day, making lunch, making sure we didn't kill each other. I know from time to time, she would rest her eyes on the couch while we played inside, but it wasn't until we were older that remember her actually sleeping at all during the day, and that was after we were old enough to tag around after Dad or Grandpa most of the time.
Well, needless to say...I'm not SuperMom. At least not until this kryptonite goes away! Then I'll be back to my appointed rounds.
It all came to a head when I realized I'd forgotten my lunch.
Mondays are always a bit of a challenge around here. It's almost as if, over the weekend, everyone but me has forgotten the entire weekday routine. Or, indeed, that we have anywhere at all to be by a specific time. Still, this morning didn't start out too badly. I got up on time, did my workout, and discovered the scale needs batteries, or else has gone completely insane. Yes, I've been working pretty hard the last couple of weeks, but I'm pretty sure that if I actually weighed the 94.5 pounds it claimed the first time I stepped on, I'd probably be either dead, or a supermodel. Of course, then when I tried again, it said I'd gained 1.5 pounds from last week. Maybe I'll stick with the 94.5.
Then, another nice surprise. Right before I got in the shower, both kids were already awake, and ready to get on with the day. Excellent!
Breakfast, apparently, was the turning point. All of a sudden, kids were moving slow, my hair wouldn't cooperate, and before you know it, I was running down the stairs hollering at Cub to GET HER SHOES ON ALREADY, because we have to leave NOW!!!!!!!! Out into the rain and wind. Kid dropped off, Cub dropped off, heading for work, trying to figure out what do do with disobedient hair, further riled by the wind, and oops! No lunchbox. No book. Rats. Stupid Monday.
At this point, I knew I needed to go home, get my lunchbox, and get headed to work, although the temptation to just crawl back under the covers was very, very strong. On the way, a song from my childhood came on the radio, one that reminds me of Dad, since that's what he listened to when I was a child.
Okay, Monday, I guess you aren't so bad after all. Funny how one little thing can make or break a day.