Sigh. It has been one of those days in mothering. I got a call at work around 1:00 today from Will's daycare. Turns out he woke up from his nap with a pink eye that was oozing and I needed to come pick him up (conjunctivitis has been going around his class, so I knew it was just a matter of time before he came down with it. Heaven forbid an illness pass by our house.) This has been the third call in two weeks I've received to come pick him up early (once because he threw up, another time due to the snow day we had, and then today due to the oozy eye--it's a miracle I still have a job). Anyway, Will has had a slight cold the last couple days and hasn't been sleeping well, so this combined with the pink eye made for a cranky day. Whining, not listening, crying, and throwing objects all ensued today. Billy's been out of town the last couple of days for work, so I'm sort of short on patience. And I have a boatload of mother guilt today for snapping at Will a few more times than I should have and also for plopping him down in front of the TV for a little bit (okay, an hour. I know--horrible! But I really needed the peace and quiet that come with two episodes of Wonder Pets. ) To make up for it, we headed outside for a long walk afterwards.
So, Will is now asleep (albeit coughing in his bed--poor little guy!) and I'm pooped. I'm headed to bed, ya'll. Yes, I said it. Bed. I know it's only 8:45pm, but I own it. I'm proud of it and I revel in it--dirty dishes in the sink be damned.
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Aw, poor mama! Hope tomorrow's a better day.
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