How do you mothers pull through intense parenting seasons?
Me? Generally, I don’t. I flee to small quarters and lock the door. Many times, though, I have to temporarily give up something I love doing. Halting the over-share à la Sveller-elle is the choice I’ve made these last few weeks.
I chose to shortly abstain from blogging because my other options are as follows: ex-naying doodling, reading, coffee, or baking sugary goods.
I have to doodle, there’s no question about that.
I HAD to read this:
I will die without coffee. Just die. And there’s never ever a reason for me to give up drinking coffee. It’s like wearing underwear. No question, you must have it. I don’t know why eliminating it came to mind at all. hm. Self-sabotage! I shake my fist at ye!
I’d be a very sad person without sugar with my tea. So yes, I make time to bake:
Everyone has been sick, on the mend, and then sick again for the last 2 months. It feels like it’s been 2 months anyway. Who knows what the real timeframe is. …probably 2 days. I still have the most annoying linger of a cough- what is this? Why are you still here?
Collin is entering into my favorite stage of Terrible Two-dom, and he’s poised to perfect the art by his second birthday in a few months. Perfect it. His favorite word is “no.” and he uses all 8 octaves to communicate it. You think it’s not humanly possible. Then you have children.
He’s also experiencing a lil’ thing I’ve never encountered before: Eczema.
We rushed him to the doctor last month after waking: his face and arms covered and swollen with red blotchiness.
Doc said, “Eh. No big deal. Bring him back if it flares up and causes alarm.”
This, says el doctoro, after we waited an hour and a half to see the professional. I’m convinced they make the parents wait so long in order to disorient and dull their thoughts by causing irritated-and-now-hungry children to commandeer the investigative conversation the parents had initially geared up for. But that’s just conspiracy-theory me, and those people are nuts.
Fast-forward to this weekend. We’d been slathering Aquaphor all over the poor boy, as I watch him gouge his skin until it bleeds. We woke up Monday to behold a baby’s face so red and so swollen, his right eye remained closed.
*waits 45 minutes in mostly empty waiting room*
Doc says, “Eh. I’ve seen 10 times worse. Slop some steroid cream on that.” *Issues Rx.*
I’m sorry. I may, in fact, be the lemming parent which many doctors shuffle through their doors, patting them on their bums on the way out, but I don’t think that slopping steroidal ointment all over the earth is going to tackle the underlying cause of what’s making my son’s EYES SWELL SHUT.
But I’m not the doctor here, so I’ll just blog it out.
How’s that for some over-share? I think it’ll suffice for now. I promise it’s not solely Collin. Lexington and Emmett are collaborating brilliantly as well. Never fear. I’m just picking on CJP today.
SO. Where else can you find me, if you’re having some Svell withdrawals? I’m all over Instagram sharing all the colors of the wind. Come visit.