“Someday you are going to miss them running around and being this little!”
At the risk of sounding like I complain all the time (although I know I do a lot — I am working on it)… My husband and I comfort each other with that phrase any time the kids are so demanding that we feel our hair frazzling to a dull grey (more recently, during cold-and-cough season, when both my kids required medicine given via nebulizer — basically a child’s version of an inhaler).
So… 8 times a day I held a sometimes-complacent, often not, child on my lap and administered the prescribed innoculation through the freshly sterilized-between-each-breathing-treatment…. yeah I can’t finish that thought anymore.
At least the meds worked! But with no time to do any of my normal routine and also no visitors/extra trips out, well — you get the idea. Some folks can give me a HOLLA I’m sure. It gets old real fast, right?
So… “It won’t be like this forever. This too shall pass.” It helped a lot. It became our mantra. We said it the most often when *I* got sick on top of it.
But, I can’t use that phrase anymore now, because of a stupid country song… made me cry my eyes out today. GRILLED CHEESUS.
Please tell me I’m not the only one. SIGH.
I was actually holding my 2-yr-old right when it played, after an afternoon of splashing in really cold water and “help” with raking leaves, and herding our family’s new rooster (yeah, I’ll blog about him later) away from the fire.
My awesome child was tuckered out and had just sweetly fussed himself to sleep on my lap. So the timing… was… hateful. I did not need that hurt in my heart today! THANKS A LOT, DARIUS RUCKER.
Thanks for reading, Friends.