When I woke up this morning I felt nauseous, stuffy, and all around icky. A lifetime ago I would have turned off the alarm, rolled over, and made a mental note to call in sick an hour or so later. This morning I suppressed the urge to puke, got up, and faced the day.
There was a toddler to hug and a preschooler to feed. There was asthma medicine to be dispensed. There was a lunch to be packed and there were children to be dressed. The laundry was calling and the kitchen was a mess. And even though I wanted to pack it all in and beg M just to take the kids to daycare so I could go back to bed, all I could hear was C say to her daddy “I get to paint today! Did you know they have an easel at school daddy? An easel with lots of different colors!”
On May 17, 2005 it stopped being all about me. And yes, I know it’s important for mommies to take care of their needs, blah, blah, blah, but it’s also a fact of life that we have to take care of our families. And if that means sucking it up when we don’t feel very well, or pushing through the day when we haven’t slept, well then so be it.
This morning I sipped lemon ginger tea to settle my stomach while I brushed Little L and C’s hair. I dressed them and popped them into the car. After dropping them off I took up residence in my usual coffee shop and sipped more ginger tea while I waited for preschool to let out. I didn’t feel well. I didn’t want to be there, I wanted to be in bed. I kept a close eye on the clock, counting down the hours until I’d be able to nap, but I was where I had to be and I made the best of the situation by getting some much needed work done.
I finally made it home and after putting out a few work fires I dropped into my bed and closed my eyes. My head was pounding and my stomach was achy, but it felt amazing to finally rest my head on my flannel pillow. I didn’t open my eyes again until I heard a familiar little voice chirp “Where’s mommy? She was supposed to be there on the couch working, but she’s not here. She must be out eating lunch.”
I smiled, dragged myself out of bed, and went to welcome my little family home. I swallowed some ibuprofen and hoped it would take care of my headache. Little children needed to be fed, bathed, and put to bed, and lots of hugs and kisses needed to be dispensed. Mommy was needed again.