Anywhere but here

24 Apr

This post is for you parents out there.  As you know I have three children.  This past week they all got sick.  All three.

The baby caught the stomach flu first.  Since she hasn’t had that bug yet it hit her hard.  And when she’s miserable–we’re all miserable. She screams.  Then she screamed until she’d vomit.  And put that on repeat for a few days.  I’m not even sure we slept one of those nights–it certainly didn’t feel like it.

Then my middle child was cranky.  My peanut has Down Syndrome.  So even though she’s five, she can’t tell us some things.  We thought she was grumpy because she woke up at 5 am when the baby was screaming (again).  Yeah, then she started.  She’s our easiest patient though.  She sleeps a lot and while she loves snuggles when she’s sick she would wait her turn (her little sister is more vocal about sitting in my lap).

By the time the other two were getting healthy the oldest caught it.  My oldest is a Type 1 Diabetic.  To anyone out there that lives with that ailment–my sympathies.  Sick days aren’t just curl up on the couch with a bucket and hope for the best.  We monitor his blood sugars.  His body trends to go low with stomach bugs which makes it even more challenging as we need to keep it above 80.  The way to do that is carbs and when you want to throw up–no one wants to eat.  We lucked out and he didn’t have ketones this go-round or we would have had to try to figure out how to get insulin (and more carbs to go with that insulin) in him.

When my children are sick I want to cuddle them.  But I also want breathing room and a break myself.  Luckily I’m not working so we didn’t need to worry about sick time or receiving a demerit for missing work.

But I didn’t get to work out these days.  Unless you count the disinfecting and laundry, which I don’t.  And it’s completely selfish of me, but I really missed the gym and my block of “me” time, breaking a sweat, and catching up on “True Blood” on HBO On Demand.  Instead it was non-stop kids shows. As much as I love them, I also love myself.

I went outside today to park my van in the garage while the oldest was with the younger ones.  My husband was picking up my son’s baseball gear.  I had the strongest urge to just drive away for a few minutes.  My van smelled of my new Caribbean air freshener and ironically Jimmy Buffet was on the radio.  A beach and the sun sounded so nice.  I desperately wanted to just leave.  Go anywhere but inside my house.

Instead I parked and came back in the house to change diapers, fill water cups, and rotate the dishes.  It would be nice to take a break.

And I’ll get one.  Just not now as I’m needed right here.

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