I never want my kids to be sick. Least of all, I do not like my workout regimen being pushed aside for trips to the doctor (especially on the heels of over-eating at Passover seders). That all being said, there’s something so sweet about a sick little child that seems to revert back to their needy infancy ways.
Suddenly my crazy toddler who is into every cabinet, scaling staircases and climbing chairs and furniture alike, is extra snuggly and tired. So much so that mid-crawl he’s finding our HARD WOOD floors oddly comforting.
There’s something incredibly nice about finding afternoons spent snuggling under blankets (or “tee-tees” as Gabby would affectionately refer to them) having tv marathons.
The already crazy shuffle of children from different events is more complicated than normal, forcing me to lean on my “Mom friends.” I am back to having sleepless nights which is not positively effecting the bags under my eyes, nor my mood. There is an abundance of whining and crankiness which is not a high point either. My left hip is sore from having a child constantly attached to it.
Although things aren’t exactly at their best over here, it’s kinda nice to revert back to days where my babies are laying their heads on my chest (laying cepie-sp?). That all being said, my neurotic tendencies could use my children’s health to return. I’m constantly concerned that a sniffle isn’t really a sniffle but a part of some much more serious condition. Not to mention the self-loathing from being away from the gym isn’t good for anyone, least of all me.
Tylenol, Amoxicillin…do your thing! But I’m going to enjoy today’s snuggles in the time being 🙂