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.