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It’s been a while, but I’m bringing back the Monday Mantra, friends. Last week was a doozy. Like, a real test-your-patience, make-you-question-everything, kind of a doozy!
I fully expected last week to be crazypants. But it was the worst kind of crazypants. See, we were starting our new family-schedule last week — Ari went back to school, my hours and schedule changed, and my husband was on-call for work. An adjustment, yes, but nothing that we can’t handle.
Ari’s first morning of school came and went. He was happy. There were no tears (there are never tears with this kid), and all was fine.
And then, on that same first day of school, just before bed, he started vomiting uncontrollably.
Those were the only words that came to my mind as Chad and I froze from shock, watching him get sick. See, we’ve been through this before; but the last time, just 9 months ago, we ended up in the hospital from severe dehydration (after passing around the stomach bug for 3.5 weeks, Ari’s little body just couldn’t handle it anymore).
We spent the next 24-ish hours in a semi-quarantine, trying to keep the sickness away from the rest of us, but somehow still managing to take care of Ari. It was hard, friends. Really, really, hard. Of course Chad actually got called into work several times, in the middle of the night, throughout this process. So I was flying solo for most of it. Sure, he helped when he was home; but how much can a person running on zero sleep possibly help?? It was so rough!
And the hours stuck in the house with a vomiting 4.5 year old and a very curious toddler are the most difficult hours of all time. Remy Bea wanted to be near the living (where Ari happened to be in quarantine) nonstop. So I had to block her off. At one point Ari said “No Remy! Stay there! I don’t want to get you sick!” and my heart melted into a million tiny pieces.
He recovered. Well, he’s at least recovered for now. And, at this moment, the rest of us have been able to keep it at bay.
So for this week my mantra is simple and to the point…
Because it’s what I
want need to be reminded of right now. I’ve made it through tough mama times before and I can do it again.
The incessant laundry and cleaning; the tremendous worry and watching; and the exhausting weight of all of it; it will pass. I know it will. I just have to keep reminding myself of this.
Happy(ish) Monday? Yeah. Happy Monday. Cause this too shall freaking pass, y’all.