Although I don’t use the blog to vent or complain as much as I could (or sometimes wish I did), it should go without saying that parenting isn’t always sunshine, unicorns and, er, pumpkin patches. Raising kids is a very up-and-down thing and, as I have complained about here before, nothing brings on the “downs” more than sickness.
Avery has been sick three times, and Zoe twice, since the beginning of the school year, and I was also sick shortly after our trip to LA a few weeks ago. The constant trips to the doctor’s office and Walgreens, the who-can-miss-a-day-of-work-this-time conversations between me and Q, the general interruption of our family routine, and the girls’ (understandable) grumpiness really took a toll – and led to more than one rough moment. (“That’s it! Mommy is leaving and not coming back!” I cried out in frustration one night. Of course, I didn’t go anywhere.)
The good news, of course, is that the girls got better and we fell back into our normal routine. (And while “normal” isn’t always perfect – Zoe and I had a tear-filled battle over getting dressed just this morning – it sure beats the alternative.) And if any positive can come from a rough month, health-wise, it’s a renewed appreciation for healthy, happy days!
-M