I’m not sure how much longer I can stand it.
It’s been nearly 5 weeks of chaos.
Routines have been shot to hell. Work hours have been sporadic.
I swear I’m surprised I still have a job. Thankful, but surprised.
Every single member of my family has been sick. My parents, who are my childcare providers, have also been sick.
It’s just been taking turns going from one to the other, and back again. And everyone has gotten it in a different way.
But, when my daughter has been sick 3 times in 5 weeks, and had a fever of 104.7 the other night, I can’t help it.
My heart melts and the tears start to flow.
Work doesn’t stop. Deadlines still need to be met. People still depend on you to complete your part of a task.
Taxes still need to be filed. House needs cleaning. Blog needs updating. Laundry sits and waits to be folded.
Life doesn’t stop.
And just when you think it’s starting to get back to normal, you end up having to make an unplanned trip to visit the other half of the family.
Then the cycle starts all over.
But, what does it all matter?
My baby is sick.
All I want to do is hold her.
Everything else can wait.
It has to wait.
My baby is sick.
Again.
