Yesterday we were going to go pick organic blueberries. I was going to drop the little off with my sister and take her biggest with me and we were going to have fun. But it rained. So we sat home and did laundry instead.
So, we decided we’d go today instead.
And then R3 puked at 11pm.
And again 3-4 more times this morning.
So, we sat in front of the TV and she puked and nursed and slept.
And the bigs won’t go outside because it’s “hot” even though it’s cloudy. And I have a headache and just want to go back to bed.
Ok, so after all that I realize this sounds very whiny so I have to clarify that I’m really not whining. I’m disappointed we didn’t get to pick blueberries, as are the kids, and I’m sad that my baby was sick. But I’m also happy that I have a baby to hold when she’s sick. I’m happy that we have a roof over our heads and a TV to watch when I need to do nothing but hold a sick child all day. I’m grateful for wonderful kids that understand that Mommy has to hold the baby – for kids that walk by and rub her head, ask her how she’s doing and sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star to her while she nurses.
All in all, it’s not a bad life, even when I’m puked on.






