When Mommy Needs a Mommy

On Friday when Max was barfing, dinner was burning, the kitchen was a mess and Brett was at school I thought to myself- “I would love a day where I could lay in bed”.
The Fates listened and granted my request.

Unfortunately, The Fates are a bunch of assholes.

I spent all of Sunday in bed but it’s wasn’t fun or relaxing. It was fucking miserable.  I got the stomach flu.

I don’t have to tell you how much it sucked.  Besides the normal ugly stomach related issues I was hit with full on flu-like symptoms as well.  Chills, headache, body aches, high fever, ect.  If someone offered me a million dollars but said I had to walk to the mailbox to get it, I probably would have told them “No Thanks”. Rolling over in bed was a chore.

Brett was wonderful both taking care of Max and doing his best to make me comfortable (which was pretty much an impossible task).  He kept me alive with large amounts of Fruit Punch Gatorade and Tylenol and managed to keep Max pretty happy too, even though his upper tooth was erupting.

We had grand plans for my Monday recovery.  Brett would bring Max to day care and I would spend the day recouping so I could go back to my SuperMom (Ha!) self. Those plans went to Hell around 8PM when Brett crawled upstairs, clutching his stomach moaning “I think I got what you have…”. 

At that point I had mentally put our house up on the market and wondered which neighborhoods in Akron or Chicago that might have a good school system.  We couldn’t call our friends to help out since they all work.  Our retired neighbor is always willing to help but she was out of town.  What we needed were family members we could beg for help without feeling guilty or imposing. We needed people who were required by blood to help.

I thought seven years ago that by moving to Savannah, 800 miles away from home was proof that I was growing up.  It showed that I was an adult and that I could make it on my own. I was an independant woman.

But now that I have my own family I realized one thing....

Screw independence.  I need my Mommy.

Sadly the nearest mommy was a plane ride away so we made due.  Max spent most of the day in baby jail his pack-n-play or exersaucer.  He didn't enjoy it all that much but we all survived though my diet hasn't advanced beyond saltines.

Still, the whole experience made me realize that maybe it's time to seriously consider moving a little closer to family.

Not close enough that they can show up without calling mind you but close enough that they don't need an airplane to show up for an emergency.

Until then, I ask you -How do you stay healthy when your kids are constantly bringing home germs from the monsters kids at school or day care?