Today, I am at home- sick. Being sick is no fun- especially as a mother. This morning I had to get my girls up and out of the house before I threw up on them. Yep- the stomach bug has hit our home. Emma got it late Saturday night and has since passed it on to me.
It's ironic because yesterday with her not feeling good, I was enjoying her wanting to cuddle with me and hold her and have her sit on my lap as we watched movies all day. Kaitlyn was even being nice to her- which is a rarity. TODAY,I am feeling none of those things. TODAY, I feel quite hellish as I try to take care of myself. As I do the 6th load of laundry between the two of us. As I try to catch up on work. As I try to take care of myself.
It's ironic because I love taking care of others- specifically my husband and daughters. I take great joy in rubbing their back as they lay on the couch. I know this is kind of unpleasant to think about, but I truly enjoy it. I can't be the only one. I like that I can make them feel better. I like that being their mom, I get first dibs on taking care of them.
It's ironic because I absolutely hate taking care of myself. It's a real problem I have. I'm sure both sides of motherhood can agree. Whether you're a working mom or a stay-at-home mom, one thing I always read about, hear about, or see {about :/} is that mothers typically have a hard time treating themselves or sometimes even doing small things to take care of themselves.
Last month I actually did something about it and went out on a Girls Day Out with my sister-in-law. We kept it super simple. We went to get pedicures and then went to Ikea- sans children. We were gone for the afternoon and it was perfect. There was a kind of theme going on: YOLO. You only live once. We got the Deluxe Pedicure. So yeah, we totally lived it up. :)
