I have hit my all time low of parenting fails today. Yes I know there are just so many you are confused as to which one I am speaking of. It’s not the donuts I use to bribe my kids to go school, it’s not the nights I’m just too tired to face bedtime so I drive them to sleep, it’s not even the 40 minute Thomas video that I put on so I could “rest”.
It’s been a R.O.U.G.H. week. Lil’J has been sick for a straight seven days. I’d say the equivalent of Noah’s 40 days and 40 nights in “mom with sick kids land”. Not just a runny nose, but vomiting, diarrhea, and all that good stuff. This means only one thing to Award Winning Dad and I …NO SLEEP. He wants to be carried all day and all night , and better yet he wants equal carrying time between his Dad and I. God forbid you put him down, he will scream and holler so loud it wakes Big T, and that’s a whole other issue.
Award Winning Dad looks like death, struggling to get dressed in the morning and head out the door for a full day of work. I haven’t showered for three days. I cancelled our regularly scheduled programming for the week, and tried to get through the days without a breakdown with the help of the television (another fail, whomp, whomp).
Last night, just when we thought we were at the end of “the 40 day flood”, Big T decides to join in the fun with a diarrhea episode, along with projectile vomit all over the floor and wall. I wanted to cry (for my sick kid of course). And if that just wasn’t enough excitement for ya’ll, Lil’J awoke three hours and vomited too! Award Winning Dad had to carry him to sleep, and had to hold him sitting up so he could sleep until morning.
Come morning, Lil’J was my worst nightmare x 10. He needed to sleep.
So, I put him in the car and drove him to sleep for a nap. Nothing new for me, until I tried to take him out of the car.
He woke up.
I put him back into his car seat, and drove around again. He fell asleep and as I pulled into the driveway I again feared the “wake up”… so I did what any crazy, desperate, over tired mom would do…
… I sat there.
I opened all the windows of course, unbuckled his seat, and sat in the driver’s seat watching him.
Yes, I know you think I am crazy. What kind of parent would do this? Before you judge me, it was the only thing I could think of. He was tired. I was tired. It’s not like I left him there or put myself in a position to forget him. He slept for an hour and a half. He woke up refreshed and not wanting to be carried. He ate, played, and asked to go to bed tonight.
I am now finishing my fifth load of vomit laundry, and just showered vomit splatter out of my hair. What would you have done?