Oh, boy. You can handle it! That is why we are moms.

“Oh, boy. You can handle it! That is why we are moms.” This was said to me from a friend in response to my status today on Facebook. It was in response to me mentioning that my son was still sick but doing much better, and that my dog had surgery today from under her chin to between her legs in search of what was causing her not to be able to keep food or water down.

It’s been a long couple of days being couped up in the house with a sick baby boy, a dog who keeps throwing up and a ton of work to do. I am really warn out. I have company coming tomorrow and so much crud built up on my wood floors that I may need to clean them by hand. I haven’t worked yet today so I have that to look forward to after my son goes to sleep.

My arms feel so heavy I’m not sure I can do much else then to work on my computer, zone out in front of the tv, or to just go to bed.

I will start my 3rd trimester this week. Am I ready? Can I handle being a mom to two boys, two cats and a dog? Can I handle being a wife, care taker, and majority of the time the house cleaner?? I will say at least I’m lucky enough to have a husband who does the cooking and does his own laundry!! He will even help with all of the above. I love him so much.

Ok, gotta go. My son is screaming so hard right now that he is making himself sick. I think it’s just to get my attention.

… A couple of hours later… I did it! I vacuumed a ton, I mopped a ton, I cleaned a toilet, a sink a mirror, and I even took the Magic Eraser over a ton of tiny little finger prints! I am officially whooped but I feel satisfied that I got started on a task that seemed a like HUGE mountain and now I am actually energized and my husband made me stop cleaning because I was becoming obsessive.

Thanks for the encourage words that kept me going!!!

Night