Apparently, I forgot to add “take care of sick kid(s),” “go to doctor’s office and pharmacy,” and “go to doctor’s office and pharmacy (again)” to the run-on To Do list that is giving me chronic whiplash this month. Kids C and D were both home sick on Monday. Poor Kid D still hasn’t gone back and we are now on Day Four of the Ick.
I feel so sorry for my kids when they are sick… I dote on them, I baby them, I bring them whatever they need or want. I let them watch movies and play video games. I fluff their pillows and tuck (and re-tuck)(and re-re-tuck) their woobies. I am usually a very nice Nurse Mommy. But, frankly, by Day Four… I am a little bit over it. Certainly by Day Four during whiplash season I am so done. Mama’s got places to go and presents to wrap, kiddos. How about you get better all ready? “Sometimes you just have to be tougher than the sickness” has been heard escaping my lips a time or two in the last day, even as my child is unable to keep down crackers.
I know, I know. I sound heartless. But the “what if?” guilt always wins out and I’m currently muttering things while I’m on the phone with the doctor, planning our strategy and likely our next meet and greet. And why couldn’t the kids’ pediatrician look like my OB/GYN? That would make having sick kids totally awesome. A girl can dream…
On a brighter note, being stuck at home has allowed me ample time to stuff and address my Christmas letters, which thankfully brought me a little more of the Christmas spirit. I truly love planning out my cards or letter every year. I also love hand writing each recipient’s name and address. I think about the people and their families and what each person means to me. I’ve even been known shed a sentimental tear or two as I write them out. It is one of my favorite traditions… the thinking and remembering. Not the crying. Because a crying tradition would just be weird.
So I thought that maybe I’d like to share my card here on This Is How I Do It as well. It required a bit of redacting, but I think it still works. I may not get the benefit of writing out your names on an envelope, but I am very grateful for each and every one of you.
To all of my readers… Thank you for all of your comments and support. Thank you for commiserating with me, encouraging me, and even for showing me other points of view. Thank you for sharing my posts with your friends. Writing this blog is a true labor of love, and knowing that there are people who care about the fruits is homemade icing on my cake. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Wish me luck for tomorrow…