This week has been an unusually hard week for everyone as
both my daughter and I have been very sick. This caused my husband who is already stretched thin with
his Dad/Workaholic hat to also wear all of my mothering hats. When I sat to
think about what those entail this is what I came up with: the person who keeps
our tummies full, the person who makes sure we don’t sleep in crumbs or
boogers, the person who rocks when sad or happy, and the boo-boo kisser. I know I forgot some but those are the ones I could think of right off the top of
my head. That’s a lot to ask of
anyone person! So needless to say to when I walked outside with my Sudafed induced haze
to throw out my daughters latest poopy diaper and noticed my husbands
sweatpants and socks I didn’t even think twice as I
picked them up. At the time I didn’t wonder how they got there or if changing
on the porch was a new thing or how the neighbors felt when they got there? I
just grabbed them and stumbled back into the house throwing them into the
washing machine and made a mental note that checking outside for dirty laundry
is now something that is needed.
The second time in over a week I managed to wander outside to
the trash I noticed the weeds taking over my rocks, and in my delusional state
I actually said to myself, “wow if that grew a little more it would look like
an extension of the lawn. Hmmm that would be pretty” and I went back inside.
Clearly this week has taken its toll on more than just my
husband. My normal train of thought has clearly left the building as well. When
I start feeling better I will have more energy to freak out about the little
stuff.
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