Because of my shifted schedule this weekend, I actually have what feels like six days off in a row. On Sunday, looking forward at it, that many days off seems like a vacation – a wonderfully long break with limitless possibilities.
Now, on day 1, it doesn’t seem so great.
Ronan didn’t get any sleep last night, and as such neither did I. Brock stayed home from work because he’s sick with what Ronan has (which may or may not turn out to be RSV.) I tried to have a nap this morning, and was interrupted before I had been able to get a good 30 minutes in. Brock and I just fight all day every day, and it’s getting really old. I pump and get no milk… aaaaaaaand my period started a week early. Huzzah!
So, now that I’m done bitching, here are some of my goals for the week.
- Do all of the laundry.
- Good Grocery Shop with at least a weeks worth of meals.
- Strict scheduling with Ronan’s meals, naps and sleeps, WITH a chart to monitor progress.
- Watch as much “Being Erica” as possible.
- Keep the dishes done and kitchen picked up.
- Not throttle my husband.
I still have to work Wednesday night, which doesn’t bother me. And there were a few playdates that I was going to schedule in there, but we’re not going to have any human contact until Ronan has been symptom free for at least 48 hours. I was silly enough to get my kid infected, so I’m going to be selfish and keep his germs home with me.
Yeah. Joy told me the girls were sick. She said she wouldn’t feel bad if we didn’t stop by. And I thought to myself, “They’ve been sick for a while, they’re probably almost over it. I bet they’re not contagious any more.” And I could seriously see the surprise on Joy’s face when we stopped over anyways. That’s what I get for being selfish and wanting to see my friend.
I haven’t eaten anything yet today and it’s 1 pm. I need to get moving. Laundry in the machine, food in my stomach, shower on my skin. Today WILL be better than it has started off. I can see to that.
