By "vent" I mean a large, hot exhale after some seriously long weeks. Here I go on a brief trip down Pity Lane: We haven't had a babysitter since May. Since then I've gone back to work. The baby did not adjust well. First she refused the bottle, then she refused to sleep through the night (often getting up 3-7 times a night). DS also started back to DC and immediately started getting sick again and has been having some nightmares, so cue up 2-3 more times having to get up at night. Plus my DH is up with him every morning b/t 6 and 7am. I rarely get to sleep past 7:30 even though my work schedule has me going to bed around midnight 4 times a week.
Next: about 4-5 weeks ago, DH and I realized how badly we needed a break. We call MIL, but she can't come up that weekend, so we schedule her for the following weekend. DH gets tickets to go to a preseason game in a VIP section, so we cancel our date and he takes off for the day. The following week, the kids get sick and are running fevers. I'm out almost all week from work, which is bad. DD isn't keeping anything down and has high temp. DH can't stay home b/c of his work. I'm whispering a tearful goodbye to my much needed break that I needed 2 weeks prior.
Then: I get sick. Puking, high fever. Running around so much, I didn't even know for the first day and half that I was sick. I just ended up crashing hardcore Monday night with a superhigh temp. I'm out Tuesday. DH catches it on Wed. He goes to the hospital on Friday. Friday night, DS catches it and is vomiting and high temp all weekend while DH is in the hospital. MIL doesn't want to come by b/c FIL is in hospital and she doesn't want to catch what we've got. My SIL watches the kids for a few hours, but she also is wary of getting herself and her DD sick. Instead of going into work as i planned, I end up in the hospital supporting my DH as he gets a lumbar puncture (and a very botched one at that).
Monday night, DH comes home from hospital, but is laid up in bed. DS feels better. I'm out of work still b/c DH can't watch kids (we do a split schedule). I've been into work 3-4 times now in 3 weeks at our busy time. God love my job and my boss for valuing flexibility and work/life balance so much that I'm not going to get fired.
Then: we get the news that my FIL is not likely to make it out of the hospital. My FIL is/was abusive in many ways, so this is a very tumultuous emotional time for my DH - a crazy combo of relief, fear, frustration, incredulousness... DH is still laid up - which he finds to be kind of a great excuse to not have to go see his dad.
Today: my version of FEMA is coming, i.e., my parents. I've been counting down midnight feedings, messy meals, poopy diapers, and vomit-covered loads of laundry until I came into work today - which is officially the end of my reign as solo-parent. And will provide a much, much needed breather for my DH and I.
Not such a short trip down Pity Lane, but I tried.
#:-S
Re: A vent in a super good way