Today was a hard day. It started when I went to bed last night with a baby that had a pretty high fever. Then at 2:30am I hear Steffen puking. I'm up every two hours with Waylon. I wake up to face the day feeling tired. Not how I want to start out my day and new week.
Steffen comes home from work around 10. I'm happy he came home, but it's hard to 1) keep the boys quiet while he sleeps off his sickness and 2) difficult to keep explaining to them why daddy can't come play.
Waylon doesn't take his morning nap.
He does go down for his afternoon nap around 12:30, and Charles and I get to spend some time outside raking leaves and playing in his sandbox. Definitely the brightest part of my day.
I take Waylon to his 1 year doctor's appointment. Dr. tells me he's hasn't gained much weight and that I should come back to do a second weight check. This makes me feel upset. Next, Dr. affirms to me how great of a mom I am to my boys, but how he also thinks I put too much pressure on myself. He's about the fourth or tenth person that has said something like this in the last month. We had to end his conversation abruptly, and it left me in (healthy) tears wanting to continue the convo. Feeling really emotional. I talked to Dr. about moving, and didn't really get to tell him how much I love and admire and appreciate him in my life.
I get home and Steffen is still feeling sick.
I ask Frank and Cher if I can come over to hang so Steffen can have more quiet house sleep.
I go over and feel loved and appreciated and cared about.
Today I was supposed to work out, but you know what? Eff that. I am not going to listen to the voice inside my head that is beating me down telling me what I didn't accomplish today. I didn't work out, and it's effing ok.
