It's rather infrequent that I get myself on a go get em' high horse around here. It's a sticking point between myself and my jumped up, get it all done right now, mail man, husband. But this week was going to be different. I had big plans to be super woman this week.
This week was going to be one of those times where I was going to get all busy and get some major getting done. But as you know the week didn't start the way I'd planned.
And then it got worse.
Not only did Amelia's fever increase and her illness worsen, she wasn't going to stay in that crib for any amount of money or consequence. Not for one single minute. So to add to the misery of a sick child we have enjoyed a sick, exhausted because she won't stay in her bed and sleep, child.
Then I had the pleasure of the stomach flu for 24 of what seems like the past 500 long, exhausting hours. Thankfully it only lasted 24 hours.
But lemme tell you what. Even though it's been a rough week around here, and my go get em' spirit has been a bit squashed, surprisingly (and despite how this whiny complaining post may sound) I am rather okay with taking it all in stride.
Instead of starting the deep cleaning and overhauling of my home, I'm reading about keeping my kid in bed for at least a few hours at a time.
Instead of joining in on the body and soul cleanse challenge I'm eating all the clementines, dark chocolate and potato chips I can get my hands on.
And it's all just dandy because I've decided that it is. Well, at least it's just dandy until bed time rolls around. At about 8 o'clock I'll be needing to remind myself to have a little more grace and take things in stride just a little longer. I knew I picked that word for a reason.