Goodness, it’s been a rough start to the new year, and when I say rough… I mean ROUGH. A big SCREW YOU, February. Screw. You.
- Stomach bug – started with my son, followed by me, my toddler, my teen… In that order (week one-week two)
- Mom rushed to ER for possible heart attack – stayed in hospital for 3 days (serious infection), followed by 5 additional days of me driving her to the med center (30miles one way) daily. (week three-week four).
- Baby rushed to urgent care center for high fever (107.6 – not a typo) followed by a severe cough- that now both my son and I have. (Week four)
I know what ur saying… Ur totally awesome for holding your shit down (I know, I know). But truth be told, “ain’t nobody got time for that!”
Being a mother is hard enough to handle when you have to care of others; but what about when ur sick too? Who takes care of you?? Hubby? Nope. He takes care of the children… Nope. The children want their momma. Even if momma has a 103.5 fever for 2 days straight… Or even if she’s loosing more fluids than she can comprehend.
Hence, #noturmothersmom. I also work full time. How did you do it? (Having an understanding boss helps) but, I was able to work a few days from home, then I was lucky enough to spend the weekends doing chores– unlimited amounts of laundry; Sanitizing constantly, washing hands, spraying Lysol, feeding people and bathing people were also on the top of my to do’s.
Side note, how did they even do it??? Back in the days? With 13 kids?? Ugh, I’m way cooler, I’m literally a rockstar, more importantly, I’m a freaking overcomer! This thing called “adult life” or “mature” does not have it’s perks.
Goodnight for now, till next time. #noturmothersmom
NOTE: I cannot, repeat, Can. Not. stress the amount of pressure and stress I was feeling. All I can say reflecting back is a BIGGGGG, F U February, aka shortest month, lovers month, tax refund making me rich month…. F.U.