A reflection from the night before….
As I am writing this, I am in bed – utterly exhausted. Today has definitely been one of those days where I’ve had to “suck it up” as a mom.
Somewhere somehow my oldest son James contracted some type of stomach bug( or maybe it’s the stomach flu) and threw up not once, but three times today. Not exactly what I was hoping for.
But then I stopped and thought about the circumstances surrounding all three incidents, and realized – it could have been worse.
1st Incident :
At home, it was a small amount and it was somewhat near the toilet. Can’t complain too much, he’s only 3 years old.
Driving on the way home, all over himself, the carseat and the car. We were still 20 minutes away from home when it happened. Not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to venture out after the 1st incident – still scratching my head over that one.
However, I am grateful that I had wipes, a change of clothes and plastic bags to help clean everything up as best as I could. I’m also glad it was daylight and I was able to pull over safely to take care of everything. Changing a 3 year old in the dark on the freeway would not have gone over very well for either one of us.
I am grateful that both boys went down for their naps at the same time so I could clean the car and get everything that had gotten in the line of fire ( carseat and clothing) in the laundry. A glass of wine would have also been a good idea.
At home again, this time at the dinner table. We did not make it to the bathroom.
I am grateful that our youngest son spent the night with Grandma & Grandpa
I am grateful that my husband decided to come home early from work that night ( he wasn’t feeling very well either.) He was able to help to clean up James so that I could clean… well, everything else. No need to go into details.
I am grateful that this was an atypical Wednesday evening – normally I am with both boys all day long until 8:30 at night. Not sure how well I would have handled the 3rd incident otherwise.
Not the most glamourous of days in the world of motherhood, but given everything that happened, the glass was definitely half-full for me today.
It’s all about perspective, right?
What do you think?