Calling all Superheroes…

Posted on | March 11, 2011 | 4 Comments

I love my kid.

That is my mantra today. I have to say it every few seconds just to remind myself that I do, indeed, love my kid.  That is not to say that there is any question in my mind that he is adorable and wonderful and brilliant… on most days.  But yesterday and today?




Having a sick kid at home is like spending the day locked in a cage with a clawless and toothless (but ravenous) tiger.  (Yes, I know J has teeth, but he’s not trying to eat me.)  I have been pawed to death.  At any given moment, including moments oh, I don’t know… on the toilet or when I’m working… he wants to be in my lap.  Or on my leg.  Or climbing up my back like some sort of sick and disturbed monkey.  Or better yet, screaming that he NEEDS something… like to be on my lap. I can’t get anything done because he “needs” me to be right next to him watching him do whatever he is doing.   I can’t get my billable hours billed because every time I turned on the computer yesterday afternoon, the child had a nervous breakdown!  He literally would throw himself on the floor like “WHY!? Why are you ignoring me by doing work that pays the bills? WHY? I’m MELTING! MEEEEELTING!”

Whatever happened to sick days being about lying still and watching television? When did they become about running around feverishly, wondering where Momma is and why she isn’t holding him or letting him climb on her or something.  I feel like screaming 99% of the time.  I love him, but dear LORD it is tiring to be the one and only person that someone needs/wants/hates/loves etc.   Don’t get me wrong, it can be endearing.  It can be sweet and loving and wonderful.  But it can also be overwhelmingly exhausting.  Especially when communication consists of “Momma!” followed by incomprehensible noises that resemble a bird dying rather loudly.  I have a feeling that we’ll be watching a lot of television today.  And that I’ll be doing a lot of work while peering around a baby head.

To top it all off, as if my day wasn’t difficult enough with a sick and sad toddler, my dog decided that this morning would be an awesome time to take a dump.  On the carpet.  Right next to J’s toys. Keeping J off of the wet carpet will add a nice twist to my morning.

Please send a replacement Superhero Mommy?  This one is broken.


4 Responses to “Calling all Superheroes…”

  1. Party Box Design
    March 11th, 2011 @ 1:18 pm

    sounds like I wrote this… good luck and have a cocktail!

  2. KLZ
    March 11th, 2011 @ 4:59 pm

    J isn’t trying to eat you? You’re ahead of the game. I’m pretty sure Alex IS trying to eat me.

  3. Diana @Hormonal Imbalances
    March 12th, 2011 @ 8:27 pm

    My dear, I have no idea how you do this. Your poor child and you are sick or broken more than any other family on the planet.

    I’m saying you’re a superhero. Because I would be 6 feet under by now.

  4. Jennifer
    March 13th, 2011 @ 10:50 pm

    This is one of those times I can look back with knowing smile and nod and say, “I remember that.”

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