Well, nothing like a depressing blog post to make everyone squirmy and uncomfortable. I roll around in my Mom-turmoil, thick with sappy depression and I like to spread it around a bit. My life’s a lot like an episode from the United States of Shannon. As such, two months ago I received the award for Best Performance in a Stomach Bug Outbreak, another story for another time, but I digress. What can I say? I’m moody. A life changing event, raising two boys and starting a new career can do that.
Today I’m feeling happy, albeit punch-drunk from a lack of sleep. Max has the pre-school smoker’s cough. He was up three times last night. I feverishly tried to steam, prop-up and Vick’s-rub the cough out of him. I listened to him hack through the baby monitor for hours. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear circle time at his pre-school looked like this:
I played hide-and-seek with Sleep at 3:30am and waved the white flag of defeat at the sound of the alarm at six. At 7:45am, after taking Boy Oneder to school, Max plopped on the couch and declared today a pajama day.
I’m right with ya, buddy.