Not much is going on here. E has come down with his second stomach bug in as many weeks. He threw up again last Saturday and since then has been running a fever which means I’ve been stuck in sick-baby jail on and off for almost two weeks now. I’m starting to get a bit stir crazy and my patience, while never that of a saint, is wearing thin. On Sunday I lost my temper at E’s constant whining and yelled at him to “stop whining!” (Mother-of-the-year!) Predictably enough, yelling did not work to make either E or myself feel better. I felt horrible about losing my temper with poor sick pitiful E.
But when E’s sitting on my lap and resting his feverish little head against my cheek all I think about is how much I love him and how grateful I am to be blessed with the resources and ability to take care of him and protect him from harm.
Same boat, slightly further along on the ride. Austin was throwing up and sick over the weekend, so when school started today & he said his stomach still hurt, I didn't send him.
Turns out, he was gunning for a sick day when he wasn't sick. He was up and bouncing around and trying to play video games within 3 hours. We've been going back and forth at each other all day with chores and me assigning home-school work.
I love him to pieces, but somehow I thought it would get easier when we could actually communicate with words. Grrrr.
"Sick-baby-jail" is so so true. Poor little E. And especially poor Faith! Hopefully you can enjoy the cuddles, endure the whining, and everything will be back to normal soon.