Barefoot in Heels

It’s that time of year again.

It’s that time of year again.

The dreaded, back to school, let’s get everyone sick, viral explosion that seems to descend on our house at the beginning of every school year. Never is the difference of having a large family more acutely felt then when I realize I’m about to suffer through weeks of fevers, puke buckets, and endless hours of cartoons on the couch.

It started with me, a moms night out canceled last minute after a hellish night of sleeping on the bathroom floor, but, as the cliche goes….moms don’t get sick days, so I quickly rallied for whatever the weekend had in store, luckily I’m feeling marginally better as I write this, sitting next to a burning hot kindergartener.

If history has taught me anything it’s this, one by one, all my kids and husband will continue to drop like flies and expect to be taken care of completely. I’ll rock my messy bun, wear the same outfit for days straight, and save my showers for the times when, inevitability, I end up covered in puke.

It’s funny, a week ago I was thinking how smooth things were going and talked to Sean about taking classes to become a Doula (the perfect job for a baby hoarder right!) This week I’m like, okay, what can I cancel , and being so grateful we live in a time of Uber and Instacart.

The weird thing is, I’m okay with it, it’s quite possibly the most “mom” part of being a mom. The nurturing, care taking, and telling them it’s going to be ok.

I’ll be here at home if you need me….

Good times ahead👍🏼✌🏼

Edited to add….3 days later, I’m still here.

Caden, then Jacob, now Koa.

4 down, 5 to go…..but who’s counting 😂

Day 4….Curren down.

2018-10-11T14:09:03+00:00 October 8th, 2018|Family|

One Comment

  1. Jamie October 8, 2018 at 8:56 pm - Reply

    I am in the exact same boat right now!!! I remember last year when this all hit and feeling like it would never end, but alas, it did. Hang in there mama, I will also be in my sweats and mom bun, wiping noses, taking temperatures and holding puke bowls (or my hands out) to catch the inevitable barf. 🤒🤢😷

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