Only 2 yearsā¦I moved in over 4 years ago and havenāt finished unpacking yet. Boxes all over, kids who are impossible and are like the Bugs Bunny Tasmanian Devilā¦you knowā¦tornado of disaster that follows everywhere they go. Last nightā¦the night from HELLā¦My little one (8) got sickā¦poor guy. Threw up all over himself, the bed, everywhere. So off we go, it begins. First his bed, then the spare bed in my office, then master bedroom bedā¦We changed 3 ensemblesā¦Then, later, diarrheaā¦It continued all night. Pretty much ran out of bed sheets, 5 or 6 showers, half a dozen sets of underclothes, laundry piled up, Damn, this is gonna hurt and dead tired on top of it
One foot goes in front the other, breathe in, breath out. Do what you can do, rest when needed. No firesā¦it will get done, eventually. Canāt be angry, not at my poor kid who is so distressed, not at the situation, life happens. We do what is needed and take on the responsibility of the position. No time for complaining, it does NOT ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING.
So, today, I will be -----------TIREDā¦Happens. Been there before, hope to be there again (live long enough to have more moments in my life)