When I'm pushing a buggy (THAT IS FIXED, PRAISE GOD!) laden down with groceries and two children while I'm wearing the third wrapped firmly to my chest.
What can I say in response? I smile politely and mumble something in reply, having a wee chuckle along with them, when all I want to do is scream "Too bloody right I've got my hands full! AND they're all sick!"(cue breaking down into uncontrollable sobbing)
Fun times indeed...
Sickness still lingers in our household.
Not happy about this. At. All.
Today I took Max to the doctor because of high fever last night and difficulty breathing. Again.
Doctor was on the verge of sending him to hospital. Again.
He prescribed antibiotics instead but with strict instructions that if wee Max gets any worse to go straight to A&E. Again.
I'm pretty much over this whole sick children thing.
I'm pretty much over this entirely unnecessary sleep deprivation thing.
I'm strong, but not this strong.
I'm feeling a bit 'beaten' by this season.
I'm getting to the end of my tether and my children and household are suffering for it.
Poor wee dudes with their short-fused Mamma.
And yet I have to remain confident it will all get better. The boys' health, our beauty sleep, a happy home environment instead of parents who always seem to be swearing under their breath...
We'll get there, to the other side of this 'season', hopefully relatively unscathed.
I'm looking forward to that.
As well as getting some unbroken sleep for more than 2 hours in a row. That would be amazing!
So yeah, they're right, I do have my hands full, but that's just LIFE with 3 boys under 4.
It's a good thing they're so flippin CUTE and that they make me laugh as much as they do.