In a few hours Matt will be home from a work trip. He's been gone since early Monday morning. I feel like the moment I see him I'm going to throw the girls at him and collapse from exhaustion. Dramatic, no? I seriously don't know how single parents do it. They must have alot more help than I do (which is, um, none?). I had child care lined up for Iris this week, but she got sick on Monday. Her cold is getting progressively worse and today she has a terrible sounding cough. She woke up this morning at 5:00 am and was soaked in pee (again! Why are her paper diapers suddenly making my life hell?!?!) and was coughing, and coughing, and coughing. I gave her medicine but it didn't even do a single thing. Nothing. She's been up since 5:00 am. This probably wouldn't be so bad, but I didn't get Eloise to sleep until after midnight and was up between that time and the time Iris woke up. Thank goodness that little girl has been in the bed alone sleeping since about 6:00, and now three hours later is still snoozing away. I rested on the couch all morning while Iris destroyed things and watched television. She's showing no signs of sleepiness, though I suspect she will become incredibly sassy before she gets sleepy.
Someone traditionally gets sick when Matt leaves. The most famous example is when Iris was seven months old and I was up vomiting the whole night. Luckily a childless friend who I very rarely get to see was here for dinner and was able to stay through the night with me, literally holding my hair back while bouncing Iris in her other arm. I have thought and thought and thought about why we always get sick when Matt leaves and it finally dawned on me-- it stresses us all out. I am beyond stressed when he is away and that most certainly affects the girls. Stress + cold season = sickie pants.
This is just one more reason we need to live closer to family. If I had family close by I could get some help when I need it. Everyone I know here who can help has kids, and won't come near us with a ten foot pole if my children (or I) are already sick. Obviously, I don't blame them. I would do the same thing. This is exactly the kind of situation Grandmas were put on this earth for! To help care for sick grandkids when there is only one parent around and she feels like flinging herself off a tall building.
So, I am literally counting down the minutes until Matt's arrival. We are picking him up at the airport so we can get to see him that much quicker.
This morning the wierdest thing happened, as well. When we were all awake in the wee early hours I had set Eloise out in her bouncy seat and walked away for a little bit, maybe 2-3 minutes. I walked back in to get her and when she saw me she totally startled and started screaming like I scared the crap out of her! I picked her up and hugged her tight, I felt so bad for scaring her. Iris asked why she was crying and I said that I had scared her, so Iris told me that I needed to tell her I was sorry. Now all morning Iris has been saying I need to tell Eloise sorry for scaring her and that it wasn't a nice thing to do. The only thing I can figure is maybe Eloise was drifting off to sleep in her chair and that's why I startled her?