Frazzled

I had a conversation with Bonehead a couple of days ago. Here’s how it went:

Me: I haven’t even had time to blog

Bonehead: I’m sure YOUR LOYAL READER will be disappointed.

Me: Shut up.

(My mom reads it-When I call her and tell her to).




Dear Mom,
I’m so sorry I haven’t had time to update my blog this week. It seems Smoochie, who we thought might have strep throat, has something much worse. Smoochie has some sort of intestinal virus that has been anything but pretty for the last week. The poor little guy has been in some serious pain, and I as a mother have faced one of my biggest nightmares: not being able to make it better for him.

Since you have decided you like your Florida residence and won’t come home no matter how much I beg, plead or stomp my feet, I am extremely fortunate to have my Mother-In-Law near enough to help us out. I used all of my days off for the year up on Maternity leave, and have had to go to work every day this week regardless of how much I want to stay home and rub Smoochie’s head. Bonehead’s mom has been gracious enough to stay with us this week to help us out with Smooch.

I still have Critter to get ready every morning for daycare, but until Smoochie is feeling better, he’s staying home with Grandma. The doctor has told us this virus can last between a week to two weeks. So with one week down, I am hoping and praying that his pain will begin to subside.

Unfortunately, my Mother-In-Law has been quite productive in her endeavors while at our house during the day. My Laundry is caught up, my dishes are done, my infamous crap countertop has been sorted through, my grocery shopping done, and my son well taken care of. Bonehead’s mom, without a doubt, is a saint.

You would think that all of this saintly helpfulness would help me out, now wouldn’t you? Here is the problem with all of that wonderful help. After getting up an hour to two hours before my alarm is set to go off each day due to Critter’s own not so functional internal alarm, I have rushed to daycare to drop him off, and then to work to be swamped. Upon returning home, feeling quite inadequate for not helping more, I try to lend a hand with dinner, take care of Critter, and set aside time for cuddles with Smooch to help him feel better. Then there’s laundry to put away, dishes to help find homes for, children to get ready for bed- and believe it or not by the time Critter’s off in Critterland, I am ready to sleep on my feet.

So I have to apologize for not updating my blog this week. It’s a good thing I haven’t called you in a few days to remind you to read it. However, there will be a brand new blog entry tomorrow at some point (most likely evening), and I will try to get ahead over the weekend so you will have something to look forward to next week.

Love,
Your frazzled daughter.

PS. Thank you for being my loyal reader. Even if I have to remind you to be.