I’ve been sitting here, contemplating going to bed but I’m having a hard time stomaching it, literally. I did not eat great today, not awful, but not great. And then I stuffed myself at dinner. It was so freaking good. I made pizza with my own home-made sauce (a first! the sauce, that is, not the pizza) and tofu-basil mash on top with black olives. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
But now I have indigestion in the form of acid belly and a tight throat. Mint tea isn’t quite cutting it.
I was starting to feel a little miserable, basking in the sludge of self-indulgent blah, wondering why I let myself do this so frequently. And then I went to the message board of my local mother’s group.
One of the moms posted a vent yesterday. It involved crying twin infants, poop, cat vomit, heads in tiolets and missed naps. She’s got four, yes FOUR, children under the age of three. Two sets of twins, my friends. And then another mom responded with a vent about her equally crappy day involving her two year old and twin infants.
My reply? “Next time I start to vent about my one kid, someone tell me to shut-it.”
Now, don’t misunderstand me, we all have our days, and we are all entitled to vent about them, seek comfort, go cry, or pound a few pillows into dust. But this was a pleasant reminder that I’ve got it pretty easy: I’ve got one kid. Only one to cry, cloth, feed, and chase. Only one.
And that, dear friends, is how it shall stay for a long long time.
Lol! I have four aging 6 to 1 (four in under five years). And I thought it was hard. So glad I don’t have twins!
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I get exactly what you mean. Seeing what others go through with their multple children does put things in perspective.
Four under THREE? Holy mackerel.
But these stomach problems you have would be really hard for me to deal with. I think I’d rather do the head-in-toilet-cat-vomit stuff… I admire how you cope with the stuff you have going on.