To all the little ones out there who suffer from ear infections, I send my deepest sympathy. I am currently suffering from my very first ear infection, and WOW. This thing HURTS. I can’t imagine what it must feel like for tiny ears, especially when they don’t understand what’s happening. Poor babies.
My son is under the weather, too, and we spent our Saturday trying to get both of us in to the doctor. I’m not sure exactly what you’re supposed to do when they say “Oh, sorry. We don’t have anything open.” Waiting until Monday wasn’t an option, so we checked out the brand new urgent care clinic downtown. I was a bit skeptical at first, but we walked right in, got great service, and I left feeling very thankful that we even had access to such a place. I hope people use it so it sticks around.
In between impromptu doctor visits, we had an appointment with our mortgage man on Saturday morning. Since I haven’t updated with many personal posts lately since I’ve been sick, have I told you that we sold our other house? After 14 long months of having two properties to maintain (a grand total of almost 9 acres!) we are now free and clear, with only one home and a much more manageable mortgage than we ever expected. Win!
So here I sit on a Sunday afternoon, my husband outside mowing the huge lawn that he wanted so badly, and now loves so much. There’s a pot of stuffed pepper soup on the stove, full of green bells from our garden, and I’m thinking about baking some crackers for daycare snacks this week. I’m not sure I’ll make it that far, though, because the pain in my head just isn’t letting up. Thankfully, my little man is napping peacefully after pushing my buttons like it was his job alllll morning long. Sometimes it’s so tough to remember that at 2 1/2, he just doesn’t know how to handle his feelings yet (especially when he’s sick.) I’m reminded of a saying I’ve seen on Facebook – My child isn’t giving me a hard time. My child is having a hard time. It’s so true, and such a key thing to keep in mind when things get really trying. I just might cite that as my #1 piece of parenting advice.
So, I’m gearing up to face another long workweek (it seems I have to give myself a bigger and bigger pep talk each week.) But for now, I think I’ll sit. It’s something I’m working on. If we’re being 100% honest, I’m feeling guilty because I’m not out running, or working through the garden veggies, or cleaning more, or writing more. And it’s been way too long since I’ve put out a good recipe post. But as I’ve learned without a doubt over the past year, downtime is vital to a healthy life. If you don’t give it to your body, your body will take it. So here it is, foreign as it may be. At the very least, there’s real food in my kitchen, my boys are happy, and the messes in the house will still be waiting when I get around to them later. Take it or leave it, this is me, as a mom. I guess I’m doing OK, right?