«One minute early, one minute late; this is what we’re
calling fate…» Well, fate has it in for me, these days: Timing on events in life is really bad and the extent of them are
even worse: I mean: recently I feel I have been tested undeservedly harshly and
really, really bad! (Just can’t stress that enough!)
Last week I stayed at home with sick kids, both
Tuesday and Wednesday… Little did I know it was only the beginning of a really
bad week.
A splinter like that is very painful, I know, but
knowing my son I made an effort to act and appear rather brusque. Not the best behavior in a mum with a son in severe pain. The doctor looked at me
with disbelief as I showed little compassion when he was to set the anaesthetization.
All in all it went well, in spite of me dreading, in
advance, what lay ahead when I got the kid in the car and drove off towards the
clinic: I know my son.
I didn’t tell him the doctor had to cut the splinter
out with a scalpel, not until the day after; he thought the doctor just pulled it out with tweezers… to conceal what was going on with his
heel was a choice of convenience, on my part.
Anyway: Friday, both my younger kids had a really high
temperature, again, and stayed in bed most of the day. For a 6-year old and a
12-year old kid to stay in bed they have to feel really poorly. Suddenly the
house was in order for an entire day (every night, before I go to bed, I tidy
up around the house, find and gather the socks discarded during the day, put
toys back in place, load and start the dishwasher… in order to not get up in
the morning and just feel overwhelmed, I need to know I face a shameless house
in the morning), no cartoons on TV, no laptop noises: The house felt just
strange. Empty almost.
Friday night the vomiting started and through the
night I changed beds and offered drinks (always a challenge to make sure they
drink enough, especially when they have both a temperature and nausea) and made
them take a pill so ease their unwell condition. Didn’t get a lot of sleep
myself… (Not that I sleep
for too long anyway, but I need my three hours!)
Saturday morning they started to get better, at least
they could keep water down, and from then on they got better.
Sunday morning they felt great! And the turmoil which
appears in their presence was again established in the house.
I felt sick.
But the kids were
fine. I tried very hard to be grateful for that. Their friends (who came over
earlier than usual (there is a “rule” no one comes over before 10am on Sundays)
because their parents were feeling a bit off, were in full activity, and I
tried very hard not to wish they were sick and at home. When they talked it
felt as if they were shouting, and the boisterousness made my ears sweat.
I suppose this
Sunday taught me to be grateful for my (in general) good health, but it will
take some time for me to forgive Universe for hitting that hard.