I use to say the worst thing in the world is when mommy isn't feeling well. The entire house kind of crumbles, but Ive come to a new conclusion. Nothing is as bad as the entire house, Tatty included, not feeling well. I didn't know that level of crumbling even existed. With that all said i have to say that I'm secretly enjoying everyone going through this in my home. Believe it or not but it puts my worried mind at ease.
How quickly can i get out of bed and start making dinner again after a treatment gone bad. When will i be able to lift my groceries out of my car without help? When will i not be ready for bed by 2pm? When will i stop worrying about every sniffle my kids get, and if my immune system can handle it? These are my new parenting goals. I have new lines now and new levels of acceptance.
Now excuse me i just heard someone loose their dinner, and yes that may be a smile on my face, so be it.