Failure

Yup, we’ve all got it.  And Apple, who was supposed to be recovering, has just thrown up again in his crib.

It is during these times that I try so hard to remember my successful days.  They do exist: days when I am proud of how I handle motherhood.  It doesn’t take much; I can be proud of a trip to the grocery store or a 1/2 hour playing with the kids during which nobody cries and tries to push somebody else out of Mommy’s lap.

I know we’ll bounce back from this week.  Stomach flu, no matter how persistent, doesn’t last forever.  We will all stop exposing each other to the contents of our GI systems.  I will catch up on the laundry.

It just doesn’t feel like it right now.

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About Grape

I've got the world's best kids and husband. Great house, steady job. I'm living the American dream. The trick is to appreciate it. I'm working on that part.
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3 Responses to Failure

  1. Jody says:

    I feel for you.

    Small steps, very small steps….

    Uh, unless you’re racing for the basin, I guess.

  2. Erin says:

    Poor baby. It’s times like these when you want someone to take care of you, rather than you having to take care of everyone else…

  3. Erin says:

    Um, and by Poor Baby, I was referring to you, not to the actual baby!

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