After two weeks from hell, including the sudden death of one of my closest friends from high school (Bill, may your soul rest in peace and may your spirit shine in the people who still love you here on earth), I am in a way sucky kind of mood. On top of this, we have all been terribly sick, which caused me to miss the funeral services.
Barracuda Baby was the first to show signs of illness. I have renamed her Typhoid Mary. Sick for only one night with a fever, a line of victims lay in her wake.
I got the flu the day after Typhoid Mary recovered. I had a 102 fever for two days. Still three days out from the beginning of my antibiotics, I carry the remnants of a sinus or more likely, head-cavity, infection. The boys got sick two days after me, one with puking and the other without. Both are almost better now. My husband suffered for one afternoon of chills and fever, but remained virtually unscathed with the help of early antibiotic intervention. Through all this, Typhoid Mary toddled her way around the house, demanding attention, as her victims writhed on the couch.
So, while putting her to bed last night, knowing full well that after caring all day for three kids (2 of whom were sick) that I would go straight to bed myself, I lay next to her and reflected upon the past couple of days. And I thought about how I was snippy and annoyed and angry and upset and sad and how I am not the best mom at times.
So, here is it… my Top 10 Reasons Why I Suck at Being a Mom…Sometimes… [Read more...]