How we do on our bad days… shows how well we do.
Last night, 3 a.m., woke up with sweats and sick stomach. 930 called in sick to work. Set up child to fend for himself for a few hours. Woke up at 1 o’clock in the afternoon! Child had fended fine. Felt guilty for lost day. Took son to splash pad for fresh air. Walking across grass, got stung on the foot, between big and next toe. Pulled out big mean assed stinger. Sat in wet grass. Called it a day, came home. Child’s friends from upstairs came over for a visit. Left them to fend for themselves, had snooze in bedroom. Now making rice dish, promising child we will sit and watch a movie.
Today wasn’t a win. I want to cry great big tears into my rumpled pillow. But we made it through. My foot is swollen and hurts, my stomach hurts. But my heart doesn’t hurt. Cause we got this.
(Pat’s self on head and back. Stops sulking)