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Faking It

This morning when we woke to a winter wonderland outside and a huge flock of red winged blackbirds I thought we’d better go take advantage of what may be the last good snow day.

So during breakfast I took stock of the situation.

Ivy was better, but cranky from being cooped up.

Clara was not feeling as well as Ivy, but definitely on the mend.

And as evidenced by my multiple trips to the bathroom during breakfast, I was feeling decidedly worse.

Left with no option other than to survive the day I took the plunge…

…some herbal tea, a neti pot, a handful of Tylenol, a Diet Coke and it was snowman making time.

Clara ate snow and cried.

Ivy made tracks, snow angels and a snowman.

I helped with the snowman, held Clara, took pictures, and pretended I felt fine.

Faking it with Diet Coke.

It’s not the answer to a quick recovery, quite the opposite I’m afraid, but it gets us through the day!

Hanging On

It’s been a rough week here.

After the fun of the Birkie weekend, and the relief of having Piper back home Ivy got sick,

and then Clara got sick,

and then I got sick,

and now from the way John sounds he’s getting it too.

Life here hasn’t been the best, there have been tears, and fevers, and puking, and coughing, and more tears.

It has made for sleepless nights and difficult days.

Tonight  I accidentally used kid number one to knock kid number two  off a chair. Kid number two went flying to land flat on her back, which horrified me so I dropped kid number one, and ended up with two kids screaming on the floor.

Then when they were both safely tucked in bed I had a few tears of my own.

Because even though I know it was an accident and everything is OK, there is that nasty mommy guilt.

Because even though I had no idea Clara had climbed up on the chair I still used Ivy to send her flying to the floor.

Because even though I dropped Ivy because she wouldn’t put her feet down and stand when I asked her to so I could check Clara, I still dropped her to check her sister.

All those people with their warnings about parenthood; in addition to being obnoxious they were wrong.

It’s not the sleepless nights that will get you.

It’s not even the subtle and not so sublte lifestyle changes that occour after you have children that you need to watch out for.

It’s the mommy guilt.

It’ll get you every time.

Yup, It’s been a rough week, but we are hanging on…

… I just hope someone gives us our chair back soon!

P.S. I have no idea how Clara got herself in this predicament today.  I walked into the kitchen and found Clara looking fairly happy and stable, so I snapped a quick picture before helping her down.

Ivy was nowhere to be seen.