I'm going on my fifth day here alone with three sick and recovering sick children. My weekend completely alone didn't happen, since we didn't want to send the nasty sickness to the Grands and Great-Grand. So my accomplishment goals just had to be shifted. Instead of having a girls' night, I fought with Tate over nasty antibiotics for his ear infections. Not a pretty picture I tell you. Bad little boy moment, bad Mama moment. Instead of working whenever I wanted, I painted and planned and knitted after the kids went to bed. Instead of cutting quilt pieces, I cut hair.
Calvin's sleep is ridiculously messed up from the time change. Yeah, it's my 7 year old that can't sleep, not the baby. I've been informed this morning by the dentist that Ellerie's bite is even more messed up than it was 6 months ago and and I really DO need to ditch the pacifier. Which I knew, but have been putting off because I know it will be hard. I did get some things done, but instead of feeling energized and motivated by it, I feel sort of defeated by all that is on my to-do list. Oh, the cold and gloomy day isn't helping. I keep telling myself that Mike will be home in a couple of hours and then all will be right with the world.
Except that darn paci.