Today I spent eight hours with Littles and Bananas at the hospital. We did a sort of tour of waiting rooms, triage stations and exam tables. Then I dragged the lot of them across a parking deck in wind and rain to find an exploding diaper. Changed the poor shivering buns on the passenger seat, then drove the soaked bunch of hungry, no-nap children whining in harmony through two hours of rush hour to get home. J is out of town again.
It's not all rainbows and sunshine all the time, is it?
In fact, it is simply amazing how much actual, literal crap is involved in this job. I honestly would write more for you Peanuts about our current lives, except that practically every story involves poo or vomit or both. If I can't be spared it, Peanuts, at least you can. Some of it, anyways.
Tomorrow we go back to a doctor, Friday to another. Between the four of them we are the traveling band of medical maladies. Since I've been hit with a good strong respiratory infection the last week, I make a perfect ringleader!
But even though the house is a wreck and the kids and I all had a great laugh today about the state of my rainy-day hair, we are hanging in there. At the end of the day we get to snuggle up, all smelling like baby soap, all in our fuzzy jammies, and read stories.
Suddenly the rain seems cozy and friendly, the messy house still feels like home. The long day melts away behind us. That too has passed. And now we're Here, wrapped in blankets, cuddled together in an imaginary adventure to dream about soon.
This season of life feels large to me. As large as I am! The days are so long, the work is so ponderous. The headaches are so blinding and the sacrifices demanding. But the payoffs. The sweet moments. They are breathtakingly huge as well. As long as I remember to hold on to those while the challenges fall into my lap, life may get heavy, but maybe there will be balance.
And hot chocolate. There will always be that.
It's not all rainbows and sunshine all the time, is it?
In fact, it is simply amazing how much actual, literal crap is involved in this job. I honestly would write more for you Peanuts about our current lives, except that practically every story involves poo or vomit or both. If I can't be spared it, Peanuts, at least you can. Some of it, anyways.
Tomorrow we go back to a doctor, Friday to another. Between the four of them we are the traveling band of medical maladies. Since I've been hit with a good strong respiratory infection the last week, I make a perfect ringleader!
But even though the house is a wreck and the kids and I all had a great laugh today about the state of my rainy-day hair, we are hanging in there. At the end of the day we get to snuggle up, all smelling like baby soap, all in our fuzzy jammies, and read stories.
Suddenly the rain seems cozy and friendly, the messy house still feels like home. The long day melts away behind us. That too has passed. And now we're Here, wrapped in blankets, cuddled together in an imaginary adventure to dream about soon.
This season of life feels large to me. As large as I am! The days are so long, the work is so ponderous. The headaches are so blinding and the sacrifices demanding. But the payoffs. The sweet moments. They are breathtakingly huge as well. As long as I remember to hold on to those while the challenges fall into my lap, life may get heavy, but maybe there will be balance.
And hot chocolate. There will always be that.
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