I am sooo glad now that we did all that NOTHING last weekend when we had a sitter, and glad we got that rest.
I'm also thankful being rested, and being at this stage of life I am finally calm enough not to freak out when my kids get sick (even if it's ON me) because "this too shall pass."
It was the first time our little girls got something like this, we've been really lucky that when they get sick it's only for about a day and then they're fine. Mayhaps that fun fact I read on eating your boogers being good for you IS true, because they are a coupla lil gold diggers. Anyhoo, my husband hadn't had to deal with the little ones getting stomach-sick, (other than baby spitup, which I'm sorry to say is not the same.) I'll spare you the gross details but kids don't understand it, they get really scared and that makes everything worse.
My son had gotten something and I remembered the most important thing is to hold them, comfort them and keep telling them everything is okay. Lola is 4, she got it and was a trooper, but the 2 yr old is in her screaming stage, which made being totally showered in grossness a whole new level of painful, but I was miraculously calm.
Years ago, I may not have been, but I didn't even let the screaming break me. Luckily my husband was there to bring me tissues to put in my ears. My ears really can't take the screaming, that is my kill-switch trigger.
My Nana told me one time that when a child screams it flips a switch in her brain that says "kill kill kill."
I was terrified when she told me that, I now know EXACTLY what she means. It's an auditory thing, same reason I hate going to a movie theater unless I have ear plugs. Sooo, as a parent of 3 who watches extra kids, I have tons of ear plugs everywhere. My middle child was a colic baby. We all lived. I can now handle anything.
Like 2 toddlers with a stomach bug. The important thing when a baby or toddler is about to be sick, just grab any towel or blanket if you can find one, throw it on like a backward cape because you're about to do some superhero shit. Towel in FRONT, bro.
|Kind of, but you want to turn that around to the front
This is not about the gross thing that is happening to you, that will easily wash off, this is about a tiny child who is terrified and feels like they're possessed by a painful demon. This is the most horrifying thing that's happened to them, because it's happening NOW and they don't remember much else.
This is pretty much the speech I screamed at my shell-shocked husband who apparently war-panicked and just stood there like a front-line soldier fresh out of Basic Training.
He's usually the calm parent. I don't know when I became Sergeant Hulka, but a family needs a strong Big Toe in that situation.
Someone to snap you out of it and yell "Move it, Rookie! You're gonna get dirty, don't just stand there and don't you run like a coward." Except you have to yell that with your eyes, or you'll just freak the kids out more.
It's not that I wasn't horrifiedshockedworried as well, I mean the thing I worry most about is my children obviously, with my first child I panicked about every little thing, but somehow between having 3 kids, and volunteering in, and sometimes living in, horrible conditions, I'm able to inexplicably stay calm during panicable conditions. I guess that's my superpower.
Hey it could be worse. For years my only superpower was ill-timed super sized sarcasm, and that is almost never appreciated. With age comes wisdom, a little more patience and knowledge of timing, and a lot of knowing about the "time and place" where these things are more likely to be appreciated. I'm still working on that, and this blog helps immensely.
My point is every experience, good or bad, brings knowledge and every year of life, good or bad, makes me more comfortable in my own skin. I can't even get into the vast gaping holes of my knowledge, let's just say it took me a lot longer to learn about life. I learned almost everything the hard way, and I would not ever go backward in my life, not for all the money/power/daydrinking in the world.
When I see people complaining about their birthdays or talking about the negative parts of growing old, I just smile to myself.
I can't speak for anyone else, but I feel like if you've been through a lot in your life, try to look at this way:
It's behind you, it can probably only get better in one way or another, and soon you'll get to an age where a lot of problems just drop away because you magically realize they don't matter.
So many things that you've agonized over, superficial or otherwise, can just be let go. As soon as you let them go. You will figure out how, you will figure out what, or you'll just be too tired to care and it will work itself out. Either way, it's bliss. This letting go is absolute bliss. I wish I could teach it.
I welcome each year, I'm sure that will stop at some point, but for now bring on the wrinkles, I don't mind my gray hair, maybe someday soon I'll be able to buy a freaking beer without being carded! Come at me saggy body parts. I may be getting longer in the boob--and speaking of that, who do I talk to about retiring these boobs?
I'm over 40, I've carried them since the 5th grade when one other girl and I were the only 2 in the class with boobs, can I be done now?
Can I donate them?
Is there a "Give a boob, take a boob" tray?
Like "Locks of Love" but "Jugs of Love."
Get at me whoever, I'm so done.
That's neither here nor there, but I do enjoy the wisdom and calm age brings. That at least my old age has calmed my teets, hakuna'ed my tatas and whatnot.
I'm blissfully happy not to freak out over bad days, flat tires, crabby moods, crabby kids, kids' odd phases, crappy weather, Mondays, and whatever else We the People continue to whine incessantly about. I understand we're just venting, I do it too, and my age and my experience tell me that too shall pass.
And in the meantime, I stay off Facebook at times like:
and read the blogs of my amazing smart, wonderful, funny, interesting blogger friends! And everything does pass, so much the faster.