Daydream Believer

It was bound to happen. I have been on “go” mode for quite some time now. Between the packing, unpacking, repacking, Disney and Chanukah, there hasn’t been a second of downtime. Fortunately now is probably the best time for my system to say enoughs enough, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I’m sick.

It’s not really THAT bad, I’ve clearly charged through other illnesses, ones that were WAY worse and WAY more debilitating. A cold is just annoying enough to slow you down. I can’t afford to slow down. There are jobs. Lots of jobs. And if running around after these rugrats wasn’t challenging enough with all my senses, energy and strength!

As I mentioned, winter break isn’t what it used to be. We have activities to do, playdates to play, parties to throw, parties to attend, etc etc. And being sick doesn’t stop us from any of that, it just makes it harder.

Drew has been through quite a bit in the last two months. All in all he has weathered the change pretty well. Yes there have been countless time-outs, reduction of privileges and consequences for bad behavior, but we are still trucking through it. And despite being past the major stuff, it seems like his behavior has reached an all time low this week. As if he notices weakness and is hitting me where it hurts. Or maybe it’s just his normal shenanigans and because I’m not at my best it hurts more.

I can’t help but find myself daydreaming of days past. Days where I thought colds were annoying and therefore spent the day on the couch watching tv sipping soup. How could I have ever been inconvenienced by that? How were days of being forced to have movie marathons in your pjs ever a bother?

Instead my prescription for renewed strength is chasing after my three year old screaming, “why can’t you ever cooperate?!?!?” My downtime from discipline has been countless loads of laundry and grocery shopping for upcoming parties. It’ll be no wonder if this cold lingers for the next four months. About the time my allergies kick in with the change of the seasons.

All I know is that my dreaded birthday is on Thursday, and I’m thinking if you are ever given the option as a mother to call in sick…that may be my birthday treat. Oh how my life has changed.