SAHM Diaries (2)
It`s been a difficult two days. Before I moved to England I sorely underestimated the destruction a flu virus could cause. Having been here for nearly 4 years, I can attest to its deadliness.
The entire household has taken turns to go down like a pack of dominoes, one by one. Now it was my turn. I dont drink, but I imagine this is what a hangover must feel like - every stimulus an assault to the senses; the world spinning every time you stand; the feeling that your ribs have fractured simply from the force of throwing up.
To add salt to the wound, its the children`s Christmas Break from school. So naturally they want to climb all over my exhausted body and yap incessantly about how nothing fun ever happens in our house.
To say I was a terrible mom these past 48 hours would be an understatement. I was the rudest, most disconnected, rubbishest Mom a child could have. After a tumultuous bedtime routine and an extra helping of tears and wrath, while I sat in the dark beside my younger one, I decided it was time to make amends.
Turns out, all I had to do was say sorry.
Oh the outpouring of forgiveness and love that was lavished upon me! It was the most soothing balm to my tired soul. I was left, quite literally, in tears - in awe of these tiny humans with humongous, ginormous hearts, and their ability to teach us The Great Lessons of Life, if only we would listen.
The entire household has taken turns to go down like a pack of dominoes, one by one. Now it was my turn. I dont drink, but I imagine this is what a hangover must feel like - every stimulus an assault to the senses; the world spinning every time you stand; the feeling that your ribs have fractured simply from the force of throwing up.
To add salt to the wound, its the children`s Christmas Break from school. So naturally they want to climb all over my exhausted body and yap incessantly about how nothing fun ever happens in our house.
To say I was a terrible mom these past 48 hours would be an understatement. I was the rudest, most disconnected, rubbishest Mom a child could have. After a tumultuous bedtime routine and an extra helping of tears and wrath, while I sat in the dark beside my younger one, I decided it was time to make amends.
Turns out, all I had to do was say sorry.
Oh the outpouring of forgiveness and love that was lavished upon me! It was the most soothing balm to my tired soul. I was left, quite literally, in tears - in awe of these tiny humans with humongous, ginormous hearts, and their ability to teach us The Great Lessons of Life, if only we would listen.
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