I’ve had tonight planned since December. No, it’s not a date night or a night out. It’s a sleepover for 4 mummies. I have been so excited about it. Childcare arranged courtesy of SIL and all plans sorted.
Until E started being sick 9 days ago. At the time, I assumed it was a 48 hour thing. The problem is, he’s not sick all day long, or even every day. It’s intermittent. He complains of tummy ache, then he’s sick and within ten minutes he’s off and running again. Thankfully he’s not upset by it; in fact, he’s quite matter of fact with it. So when he was sick again yesterday, we took him back to the doctors, like they told us to if it lasted a week. On our first visit they queried a grumbling appendix which was worrying. But now we know it’s a virus as his glands are up all over his body.
It’s awful, but I’m really resentful of him right now, terrorising W, being a little toad – hurting him, teasing him and being a 4 year old little boy. At 4pm he had the stomach ache that usually precedes vomiting, but we’ve not had any so far. So now I’m even more irked that I’m not going to my meet up.
Working full time means that it’s a case of trying to fit everything else in on a schedule that I have to book in advance: seeing friends (this afternoon’s park visit was postponed, and tonight’s meet up is out), seeing Lovely Bloke for a film night together (that was affected this week by the vomiting wonder…) and finding time for myself (well, there’s not much time for that right now but hey ho…). These things are all the more precious now I’m working. Lovely Bloke took me to Waitrose and I’ve had veg samosa and chocolate frozen yogurt for my tea to make my moping better whilst he’s out at work. Bless him.
But I’m still feeling sorry for myself.
Having said all that, I wouldn’t have been able to leave him tonight. It’s my job to be there when either of them are sick, feverish, poorly or simply needing me. And that’s my priority in life – my boys.
I was asked to think about a blog post on the big changes that occur when you have babies. I said it all comes down to time and money. I want to add a third thing to that – priorities. Your priorities change. And sometimes they annoy you, but they are what they are and are there for a reason.
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