Get Out!
I kicked both of my kids out of the house today. This should be normal for a Wednesday morning, but they’ve been taking turns being sick lately and staying home way more than I like. In the last several weeks we have had colds, lingering coughs, pinkeye in two eyes, fevers, and two ear infections. And I am currently coping with some kind of virus myself. I am tired of them feeling rotten and taking it out on me and Ian. I am tired of forcing assorted medicines into them, braving the scratching, kicking, and screams to do it. (To be fair, I’m only describing Asher here. Lucas takes his medicine like a brave little soldier.) I am tired of trying to entertain them when I have deadlines shrieking in my ears like an air-raid siren and a fervent wish to lie quietly in bed alone and die.
I feel I have been the very picture of Patient Motherhood—most of the time. But now that they’re gone for a few hours, good riddance!
