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On the bad days

Yesterday was a bad day to try and find gratitude....poor Stephanie woke me up last night at 2am with a massive projectile vomit and was very distressed. Poor Alex was suffering too and I felt nauseous and like crawling back into bed.
I had heaps that I'd wanted to get done yesterday, Monday is usually the day that Stephanie goes to daycare and Alex at school.  However, I can be grateful that thanks to the government and also generous child support, I'm able to stay home with the kids and not have to ring in sick or worry that I'm going to lose my job.

Stephanie is talking so much more lately, it was very helpful with her being sick because she was able to tell me what she wanted.  She could say "no", or "yes" or "KIG!", which is her word for "Peppa Pig".  And goodness gracious me, did we ever watch a whole lot of KIG yesterday.  It kept her happy and I spent time in the loungeroom with her, cuddling her, then did some housework and hung out, soaked and washed some bedsheets.  It was a perfect day for drying sheets and doonas yesterday.

I am grateful that I can express myself to my ten year old, and tell him "I'm sorry I'm a bit grumpy today, sweetie, I just feel yucky".  He then feels like he can acknowledge that he feels grumpy and sick.  He watched a lot of IPad yesterday, but it helped me to get done what I needed to.  I actually vacuumed, mopped, disinfected and sorted.  I was so proud of myself, adulting like a big girl!!  There are scary moments in this journey of single motherhood and going it alone.  I sometimes feel like I would love to live in some sort of commune where everyone helps out....but I am in the process of assembling my own village...and that's priceless to me.

The kids go to their dad's tonight, and I will miss them..but look forward to catching up on a bit of sleep and not having to answer questions for a bit! Praying that Steph doesn't throw up again and is well enough to go to playgroup tomorrow.  I need some social interaction!!


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