It’s not even Friday and it’s sad to say but I’m ready for this week to be over.
I’m worn out. Tired. Stressed. Feeling overwhelmed. Run Down.
I’m behind on emails, blogging, reviews, you name it. If you are one of those people I owe an email or a call to – this is my lame apology.
Last week Colton took a spill in the bathroom and hit his head hard enough that poor boy split open his eyebrow.
I had just taken a shower with him because he was extra cranky and that calms him down. I thought things were looking up and he was in a better mood right before he took the spill. There was blood everywhere and I panicked.
I’m the go to girl if you want me to spring into action when something goes wrong, unless it’s something related to one of my family members or pets. I just loose it.
Chloe on the other hand was little miss mom and helped get Miles dressed, cheered Colton up, and was an angel while we got ready to rush out the door to the ER. Miss Becca saved the day by watching Chloe and Miles and Eric and I headed to get Colton some medical attention.
I felt sick the whole time. Just thinking about it now makes me sick.
I am in pain when my babies are in pain.
They were able to glue his eyebrow back together rather than stitch it because it wasn’t missing any pieces. GROSS.
Last Thursday night hubby started to feel bad.
Friday morning he powered through it and went to work. He sat at his desk miserable and eventually gave up and came home. At this point he was already saying he didn’t think he would be able to watch the kids while I ran the next day. I debated getting on the treadmill and getting my long run over with while I still could, but at this point he was laying on the couch unable to do much of anything. No chance I was going to get to run.
Saturday morning before the kids woke up I hopped on the treadmill – 16 miles in 2:05. Started at an 8:20 pace and dropped it down to 6:58. I was dry heaving. I wasn’t sure if it was because I wasn’t feeling good or if the run was kicking my butt. Either way I was annoyed. I don’t have time to get sick.
I was pleased with my pace average and that was about it.
Saturday he repeated over and over to me how bad he felt. Like the loving wife I am – I got annoyed. I told him the more he complained the more his mind believed that he actually felt as bad as he kept saying. I took care of the kids all day while he slept on the couch.
Saturday night he was finally better and I was bored and wanted to get out. We took the family out to my favorite Mexican restaurant Uncle Julio’s and had queso and chips and more fajitas than we should have.
I didn’t eat gluten free – I didn’t eat dairy free – I did however eat more than hubby who weighs 80+lbs more than me.
On the way home I was already regretting my decision to stuff my face because my stomach was hurting.
Saturday night I woke up with what felt like the most intense excruciating pain – I would say it was about as worse as labor. I couldn’t sleep and cried to myself in bed about how much pain I was in. I woke hubby up and told him how I felt and I said SORRY.
Sorry for not believing how terrible this feels. Karma is a B*TCH right?
Sunday I literally did not leave my bed. It was miserable.
Monday hubby had to work late – I was still in pain. Miss Karen took Miles to her house to play with her boys.
I am so thankful for friends. I don’t think I ever am able to express to them how much I appreciate what they do for me.
Tuesday Miss Meredith took Miles to and from pre-school for me. My stomach still felt terrible but atleast it was just coming in waves.
Yesterday morning Miles slept in – I was pumped. He never sleeps in – what a treat.
When he woke up he yelled for me to come upstairs to *wipe his bumm* [one of the joys of motherhood]. When I came upstairs I found my little boy covered in crusted throw up. I went to his room and his bed was covered. I was dry heaving just from the smell of it.
He proceeded to throw up multiple times yesterday and I basically spent the whole day cleaning and taking care of him. Thank the Lord that Colton took a 4 hour nap because I literally felt on the verge of a breakdown.
Today Miles is feeling better. I’m still feeling tired and behind.
This was supposed to be my peak week mileage wise before B & A Marathon – but it’s not. Not even close.
You know what Faith is?
Faith is knowing that if God brings you to something it’s not too big or too hard for HIM to handle. Not you to handle – him to handle. He doesn’t bring you to it if HE can’t get you through it.
From this moment on I am starting over. I will get caught up. I will get caught up. I will get caught up.
Ever had one of these weeks? Months? How do you get through it?
I almost forgot, in the midst of all the throw up and sickness in our house I got this AWESOME shirt from a girl I coach. It literally made my day. I heart her.