Two main points for today's post:
1. How exciting is it that Barack Obama won the election?!? I was so happy I cried. And it seemed like it all happened so fast! Perhaps the memory of the last two elections is just so deeply ingrained in my brain, that I think all presidential elections take days and days to sort out, after every last hanging chad has been counted, contested, and counted again...all I know is that I went to put Zoey to bed at 8 p.m. and Obama had around 170 electoral votes, and after three stories and a goodnight kiss, I came back out in the livingroom to find he had won. It brought tears to my eyes to realize that my daughter will grow up in an age where we have a president who values all people, regardless of how rich they are or what background they come from. In short, she will have no memory of the bonehead who has been in office the first two years of her life.
2. Speaking of my daughter, guess who is sick...AGAIN? Seriously, people, is this normal?!? Let's recap: two weeks ago it was a 103 degree fever that lasted all weekend; then Monday we had the Great Vomit of '08 that was blessedly short in duration, then we lasted a whole day and a half before spiking yet another 103 degree fever. So, we will be visiting the pediatrician yet AGAIN this afternoon. (I can see my husband reading this and I can FEEL him rolling his eyes. Yes, honey, I know. We should just have a standing appointment once a week with the pediatrician. No, she won't be able to do much for her fever. But what if Zoey has an ear infection??) I feel so badly for her when she isn't feeling well...she gets this grey, sunken-eyed look on her face and all she wants to do is "guggle Mama". (Translation: snuggle Mama.) I had a feeling this fall and winter would be rife with colds and runny noses, but honestly, I didn't think we'd be dealing with a nasty bug every single week. It is times like these when I think I need to re-evaluate my stance on being a stay-at-home mom. (The stance always having been that staying at home would drive me crazy.) I am guessing (no...I KNOW) that if Zoey was not in daycare she wouldn't be sick as often, and staying home would eliminate the Double-Edged Guilt Sword, meaning I feel guilty calling in sick to work and I feel guilty going to work knowing Zoey is home and not feeling well, wishing she could just "guggle Mama".
*Sigh*
This is why I drink.
3 comments:
when Finley 1st started in daycare he was sick all of the time (and so was I as a result), but after a while he no longer got sick very often...
I love the Great Vomit of '08. Awesome. Despite the sickly nastiness, I still miss my Zoey and my Amy and my Bryan. My family basically. :)
I do think that my kids didnt get sick very much the last few winters since we were all home together but now that Olivia has started preschool she has brought us several colds, so just think of it as getting it out the way early! :) And boy there sure are days I wish I could drink, have something good for me every now and again, okay?!
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