The other morning I was startled awake to Max’s cries. He was sick and a mess so I sleepily stumbled in to the bedroom to assess the situation. After getting him cleaned up and settled we headed back to sleep only to be woken up by the alarm clock for school 20min later. Once again I picked myself out of bed and helped Lilah get ready for school and out the door in a timely fashion.
I’m not a morning person by any means. I’m also not a night person since having kids… I fall somewhere in between. 10am until maybe 5pm is when I meet my best self. All other hours have varying levels of exhaustion. Having a sick child just adds another bump in the morning routine which lucky for us isn’t that smooth as is.
As hard as these days can be I am actually kind of thankful for them. On these days several positives happen. One being that I am forced to slow things down. All plans get cancelled or rearranged and I’m ok with that. It also gives me the time to snuggle and tend to whomever is under the weather and well… one day I know they won’t be so interested in having their mommy wipe their nose or tend to their fevers.