I'm probably being sooooo dramatic and will regret writing this one day. But this is kinda therapeutic right now, so sue me. Both girls (who are also both sick) are asleep right now. Hallelujah. Although this means that Jane will be up and ready to PAR-TAY until about 10 pm tonight. I will not be saying hallelujah then, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it.
I've been the lousiest mom today. There have been a few times where I was able to conjure up enough positive thoughts and forged feelings of "energy" to get up and feed my kids, or change diapers (7 poopy ones today between the 2 of them in case you were curious), and all those necessities. But by the time I have a plate of food in front of them, it's all I can do to stumble across the room and throw myself onto the couch. Then I lay there for awhile and try to rest; my girls are playing and I will hear the very distinct sound of utter destruction. But I keep my eyes closed anyways, and only then do I admit to myself that some stupid virus has forced me into an alternate universe where destruction just isn't as important as staying on the couch. And I tell myself that any moment, my mom will walk through the door to clean up the mess. That would be glamorous, but my life is just anything but glamorous today.
I do have to give myself a few pats of the back because I was feeling almost as bad yesterday, and I packed up my crew and took them to the beach, made a healthy dinner, and brought it to jeff. Today, my accomplishments consist of: keeping my children fed, alive, changed, and playing a few games with Jane. One of those games was a mom-win because I asked Jane if we could play doctor. She happily obliged, told Lyla that her new name was "Dr. Jane" and then proceeded to stick a toy thermometer in my mouth repeatedly, and then informing me that I have a fever, something I already very well knew. "Ohhh, poor mom!" she says. Her sympathy is very fleeting though because the next minute she is prying my eyes open with her fingers and saying: "No sleeping mom! you're better now. I fixed you"! So, the Dr. Jane game definitely back-fired.
These are the hard days, but I've done this long enough to know there is a light at the end of this tunnel. Anyways, here are some pictures that are unrelated, but cute nonetheless. Taking me back to a happy day where I had energy, and stamina.
Blue eyes and buck teeth :)
Spotted: a dog
I have an hour and a half until I have to be dressed and presentable at an army troop BBQ, so I gotta go mentally prepare for that.....................................................k bye.