Ok. Let me preface this post by saying that I KNOW I don't have it so bad. I have one friend who takes on most of the responsibility of caring for her mother, who has cancer. This friend also has a three year old son and a husband to take care of. I have another friend whose toddler daughter has had surgeries to fix her hips and is currently in a cast that keeps her from walking or rolling over or anything else. And there's another friend who has been housebound for a few weeks because they were afraid the family had some sort of contagious parasite. She has two young daughters and lives out in the middle of nowhere.
I KNOW my life could be worse.
But I'm 29 weeks pregnant. I can't be as physically active as I want to be... and I'm having a hard time accepting this. My four year old son has been sick for two days and my husband has a busy week at work this week, necessitating him to stay late for the past and next few days. I really don't mind any of this--- one thing at a time. If I could pick up Ethan and cuddle him, I know we'd both feel better. If I could take away his tears when he says, "I hurt, Mommy," I know life would be better. If Ethan weren't sick, I'd love the fact that clients are crawling out of the woodwork for Aaron. Ok--- I still love that fact--- I just wish they could have done it last week, so Aaron would have been at the office late when Ethan was feeling better.
Gripe gripe gripe. Grumble. Grumble.
On the other hand, I'm a healthy 29 weeks pregnant. My body is adjusting well, and Steak is moving regularly. Ethan rarely gets this sick, so two days worth of illness isn't too bad. And Aaron staying late to work on private client stuff rather than court appointed stuff means more income, which means I feel less pressure to sub this week! I cannot pick Ethan up, but we can veg on the couch together, reading and cuddling.
And Aaron just called to say he'll be home in 25 minutes! :) YAY!