The title of this post was going to be Best.Vomit. Ever. but seeing as how I couldn't bring myself to titling anything with vomit, I decided instead to think of the wonders that come with the job title of Momma.
My child was up until 3 AM, vomiting everything, including water and pedialyte all over the place. Through 5 changes of clothes (mine and hers) and 3 showers, I kept my cool even while speaking to my mother, the doctor and my dear husband. This is a huge moment in my life.
I have a problem with vomit. A big problem. I cannot see it, hear it or smell it or I am gonna do it. Even if it is on TV and it is just acting and special effects, I am right there with them. I worried during pregnancy that I would not be able to take care of a child when they were sick because of this.
Amazingly, my child's vomit does not stink, she is quiet and I can handle it. I hold her and rub her little back until it's all out while quietly whispering, "It's okay, it's okay." Thank God for knowing exactly what I need to be able to do my job. That's all I can really say, that even in the middle of the night, in the worst times, He is right there giving me all of the tools I need to get the job done. Thank goodness for working showers and washing machines.
She woke up happy, full of energy and ready to go this morning. I kept her home from school (party day with Dad) anyway and whispered in her ear to make sure that if she needed to be sick today, she should do it on her daddy. When she said, "No, momma, I don't want to", I giggled and said, "You should do it anyway, just to be fair". I know she won't but at least she knows how I feel.
Hopefully, tonight will be a quiet early bedtime night. I know it's unlikely, but a girl has to have hope, right?
The Supergirl loves to play in dirt. Especially if it is thick and cakey, so imagine my surprise when I picked her up last night and she was covered in it.
On the ride home, she decided to take off her "red clay" stained shoes and after hearing me tell her no, my child, the child to whom I gave birth and the child to whom I provide food, water and shelter each day said "Gimme a break, Mom. Gosh."
I am gonna take her advice and grab a break for myself. I made time for myself to eat breakfast this morning. Something I haven't done since I was pregnant with her I might add - how awesome is that? That's my one small thing for the day, although that one is really really small.
Anyway, all of our window garden plants are sprouting and will be ready to plant this Monday, one month ahead of schedule. That means a lot of hard work this weekend for the family as we finish raking, tilling and mulching. I cannot wait until it is all in the ground and growing. And I am really ready to be able to "shop" from our backyard for our dinner. That's one of my best memories from childhood and I am pretty excited to share that with Supergirl.
That's about it on this gray and dreary day, it's a great day to walk up the 91 stairs to the roof, but I am ready for it.
As I said in my last post, it's really important to me that I start doing one small thing for myself each day. As I thought I about this in greater detail, it occurred to me that this may help Supergirl have a better self image as well. If she sees her mommy taking care of herself, she will see that she needs to take care of herself.
In the last few days, I have begun to implement my one small thing in my day to day activities.
On Sunday, I bought some hair removal cream and successfully removed the winter coat from my furry legs.
On Monday, even though I didn't feel very good, I managed to paint my toenails. And, as an added bonus, she sat down and let me do hers too!
I haven't had any Mountain Dew today and I parked on the top floor this morning - so who knows? This idea may just stick around for awhile!
So, as I blog stalk all of my friends and aquaintances, I realized - what if people are doing the same thing to my old blog? I have not updated it since September and people could be thinking that I have fallen off of the planet.
I will try to update here at least once a week, so that my followers can keep up with us, hopefully with pictures, although I hate my camera so much that I am not sure if that will always be possible. It's not that my camera is so bad, it is that it is so slow and my child is so fast. Sigh. Another thing to save up for. Someday, I will get myself a new camera.
I have really been feeling the need to take care of myself lately. This sounds funny to me, and even as I type it I am struck with the guilt that comes from being a mom and a people pleaser. Take care of (gulp) ME? What does that even look like?
Here is what it looks like for me. I am going to stop drinking Mountain Dew. I know that it will hurt and am preparing myself for the pain of it all. I am going to start parking on the sixth floor of the parking deck and walking up and down all of those flights of stairs (huff, puff, huff puff). That's all I have so far, except that I am also going to carve out some Quiet Time in my day for just me. Whether it is 15 minutes or so is fine, I just need some space for me and, well God, but He is always with me, so to me that is just a given.
Other than all of that, I guess things are going okay. The Hubs has a tooth that's rotting and I am not sure how that's gonna get fixed, but I know that God will provide a way. The Supergirl is growing by leaps and bounds every single day and she is the most awesome person I have ever met, even when she is screaming her head off in the middle of a restaurant because she is bored and super tired and doesn't really want to participate in the conversation anymore.
I'll let you all know how the Mountain Dew thing is going, hopefully, God will spare me from the torment and it will all be easier than I had thought it would be.
