I’ve been told that in times of stress, you must ‘let go.’ It should have been more specific advice.
‘Cause I’ve let go. Of cooking. And cleaning. For awhile I even let go of hygiene. (Thank God, that’s getting better. Bunny trail: I’m still only shaving my legs about once a month, but there are other factors involved there. I like shaving my legs when I can be alone. And I am NEVER alone.)
R has been sick for five days. They are testing her for salmonella. I’m thinking it may just be a really bad virus, as O threw up tonight for the first time.
I have had to change clothes three times today, due to an influx of vomit onto said articles. Can I just say there are few things in life as grouse as feeling puke penetrate your shirt and drip, drip down between your breasts?
I didn’t get to go to the family reunion this weekend. Missed out on MY birthday cake!
Don’t get me wrong. I adore my kids and it breaks my heart that they’re sick. But I am worn out.
And I’m still trying to figure out how we are going to support 4 people on practically nothing. Moving in with family creates all kinds of new problems.
I keep praying for that light bulb to turn on. In the meantime, it’s pretty dim in this tired brain.
Charlotte
