To keep myself entertained today, I’ve decided to keep track of the number of times my 2 year old says, “Mommy.”
It’s been a long sick week of colds around here, and too much together time. So, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m going insane.
I said to my two year old a few minutes ago: “Stop saying my name!!”
He responded quickly, “Mommy! ame!”
And, since I decided five minutes ago to start keeping track of how many times he says it, I’m already up to 12!! Does anyone else find this alarming? 12 times in 5 minutes= roughly 1,728 times in a 12 hour day. So, yes. The TV is now on, and I’m enjoying a moment of complete silence.
I’m afraid that I might die one day when I drive myself off a cliff. Tombstone will read, “Her kids got another cold, and they couldn’t stop saying her name. She felt compelled to end it all. May she rest in peace.” K. Maybe that’s a little too wordy for a tombstone, but maybe in my eulogy? But, before you worry that I’m planning my death…don’t. I have too much stuff I need to get at the grocery store today. Kleenex being #1.
I’ve blogged before, about the exorbitant amount of tissues we go through around here when Kyle gets sick. It’s pretty incredible. I was thinking that with the amount of tissues we go through, we could clothe a small nation. That is if you could sew together tissues. And, if I could sew period.
I’m afraid this post is a little rambly.
I was going to write yesterday about the newborn hangover I experienced. No, I don’t have a newborn, but I’m talking about the nights when you get so little sleep that you remember what it’s like to have a newborn. And, I vowed to never have one of those again. Not the night…..The newborn.
You see, the night before last, I got 2 hours of sleep. The boys. The sick ones. Were up literally all night. They were screaming for tissues mostly. Yes, I put a box in the 5 year olds bed, but I don’t trust the 2 year old with that responsibility. He would have them all out of the box in 28 seconds. When I showered yesterday, I even had to do a quick training session for the 5 year old.
“Ok, when Mommy is in the shower, if Chandler screams, that means he wants a kleenex. Just go get one and hand it to him, ok?”
But, I’ve also trained them that if they can’t get to the trashcan right away (like when they are eating or in bed), to just throw them down on the ground. So, my house looked like this yesterday.
Gross, I know.
But, we do what we have to do to survive around here.
So, the newborn hangover, is the closest thing I think I will ever feel to an actual hangover. And, honestly, I’m glad I don’t drink.
I woke up with puffy eyes, a pounding headache, and feeling like I’d been hit by a mack truck. Luckily, I didn’t do any vomiting, but I did have to motivate myself to simply move through the day. All I wanted to do was stay in bed with the covers over my head. Is that what a hangover feels like? Why, for the love, do you people drink?
2 hours of sleep made me feel super yelly, too. But, I think all in all, we did pretty good surviving it.
So, here are my tips for surviving a cold when you are housebound for days:
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Don’t have kids.
If you’ve already failed at my first tip, then try these:
Train your kids to wipe their own noses.
Use the TV. Those pins on pinterest that say, “Indoor activities that will entertain for hours” are lies. You’re welcome. I just saved you hundreds of hours of wasted time on pinterest looking for the perfect activity for your kid. Instead, give yourself a break and use what we have been given as one of the most precious gifts in parenting. TVs and tablets.
Let go of a clean house. If you train them to wipe their own noses, you cannot also be naive enough to expect a clean house. So, just let it go for a few days. It won’t kill you.
Invest in ear plugs. While you don’t really need to “invest” per se, you really should buy some. It could come in handy for a plethora of things like, sleeping through the night, taking a nap, or drowning out the high pitched, “Mommy!” you will hear 1,728 times today.
And, if you want, real more practical advice than that, then you might want to hit up pinterest. I know my picmonkey graphic made this look you might receive real, useful advice, but I am just plain out of that. When you’re on pinterest though, just don’t get distracted by those other posts we talked about.
I think we’ll survive today too even though the Mommy count is up to 22 and I just heard from the other room, “Mommy….nose!”
But, Kyle just came to me, and said, “Mommy, even though it’s not Valentine’s Day yet, I made you this.”
A Mom’s day can always be made better by popsicle sticks held together by a heart sticker. Am I right? Here’s to looking forward to a weekend with sick kids, and possibly a husband with the man cold.
But, after this week, the man cold looks like a walk in the park.