Sunday Morning
Sunday morning arrives with a grey brightness reflecting off the snow, my bleary eyes squinting their protest. The stamp on the back of my hand blurred, random tufts of hair on my head and black smears of eyeliner all signs of a good time the night before. My body is rebellious, wanting to simply curl up and go back to sleep but I have to deny the impulse. I can hear in the other room "Muh.... mahhhhhhhh." The toddler is awake! Ok. Ok. I am up.
This is what happens when you are a single Mom after a rare night of dancing with friends. You have a sitter for the night but the next morning, no matter how late you came in, you still have to get up and function for the sake of the little one. The routine must stay the same.
Up she comes out of the crib, as I I set up the potty she tells me about her night. I grab her a sippy cup of milk and give her a little bowl of cereal mixed with raisins. Every action is slow, almost a caricature of myself. For my own preservation I put on a DVD of Muppet Show to amuse her.
I bring a bottle of water to the computer desk and sit down. It takes me 2 attempts to get my fingers to work properly to log in. I am SO going down for a nap at naptime.
Morning! How are YOU feeling?
Sunday morning arrives with a grey brightness reflecting off the snow, my bleary eyes squinting their protest. The stamp on the back of my hand blurred, random tufts of hair on my head and black smears of eyeliner all signs of a good time the night before. My body is rebellious, wanting to simply curl up and go back to sleep but I have to deny the impulse. I can hear in the other room "Muh.... mahhhhhhhh." The toddler is awake! Ok. Ok. I am up.
This is what happens when you are a single Mom after a rare night of dancing with friends. You have a sitter for the night but the next morning, no matter how late you came in, you still have to get up and function for the sake of the little one. The routine must stay the same.
Up she comes out of the crib, as I I set up the potty she tells me about her night. I grab her a sippy cup of milk and give her a little bowl of cereal mixed with raisins. Every action is slow, almost a caricature of myself. For my own preservation I put on a DVD of Muppet Show to amuse her.
I bring a bottle of water to the computer desk and sit down. It takes me 2 attempts to get my fingers to work properly to log in. I am SO going down for a nap at naptime.
Morning! How are YOU feeling?
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By noon, I actually felt like myself again and was able to do all the necessary odd jobs around the house, then go to my small business group and finally to a Super Bowl Party with the little one. I never thought I'd say this but I actually enjoyed Super Bowl thanks to all the crazy long hair, beards and extensive tattoos.
Only problem now is, I am being punished for my night out with a terrible fever with crazy chills and aching muscles. I had a cool bath in the middle of the night to lower my temperature. And I am up again after only sleeping for an hour because my temperature is way up again. I am going to finish this bottle of water with a chaser of Advil (which I never ever take) and hope that I can stop these cold sweats long enough to fall asleep again. I feel like someone has been punching me over and over all over my body.
I have two other toddlers to look after in the morning which is chaos incarnate. I am praying that I get at least *some* sleep in order to survive until nap-time!
Gah. It is hard when the caregiver of everyone is sick. There's no one left to look after you.