Today my head feels like this windmill, only moving… incredibly fast. So, more like a propeller. Woke up this morning with the intentions of getting the long list of things I wrote the day before finally done! Total fail. I took one look at my little sister and pulled the thermometer out right away… it read 39.8 Celsius that is 103.5 Fahrenheit. Days like these I really want to just call up every mother I know and just praise them for the job they do daily. I thought the list I had to finish up today was bad… let’s just say I would multiply it by 10 and take it over this any day. My patience was tested (if you know me, you know how well that went) I had to walk away from the stubborn 10 year old and close myself off in the bathroom and cuss quietly to release my anger. Lord only knows how many times I said “please eat so you can take the medicine again to feel better…” For lunch I finally cooked and then why? When everything was just going to be thrown up in the bathtub. I asked as kindly and innocently as I could why she threw up in the bathtub and not the toilet. Her response “well, I usually throw up on the floor.” Hey, she gives me options that little sister of mine. She’s asleep now and I keep checking up on her to see if the room is the perfect temperature, then I pace back and forth thinking if I should cover her with a heaver blanket or not, or if I should wake her up to drink, or take her to the doctors… propeller brain goes poop. Let’s hope she feels better tonight. Lot’s of love, respect, and admiration for all you mamma’s. <3 E.
Pictures from Formentera, Spain.