Things have been a little topsy turvey in the Suburbs this week. My sweet Granny is in the hospital and I catch my breath every time the phone rings. There has been a minimum of one activity per child, per night, and an hour of homework to match. My #LoveMyHouseReno is done, I’m exhausted but can see the light at the end of the tunnel. There are just not enough hours in the day!
For me, all this extra stress and worry means I can’t sleep, so I add extra coffee to get through the day. Extra coffee means I don’t sleep well. It’s a wicked cycle. In true Sassy Style I don’t do the logical thing, slow down and catch my breath. I ramp it up and keep going! That is until I crash, and this is what I did just a couple of nights ago, in a big bad way. Yup, this week, in my brand new kitchen, I demonstrated just how much I can truly suck.
Let me set the scene. In just over two weeks time this little family is taking off to Mexico for a week. We have plans for even more tropical adventures in the months to follow. So after some thorough investigation, and discussion with our Doctor, SassyHubby and I decided a family dosing of Durkoral was a good idea. Dukoral is an oral vaccine that provides you with protection against travellers’ diarrhea.
I made a trip to the pharmacy, whipped our my credit card and purchased the peace of mind vaccine, times four. After the evenings activities of dinner, homework and sports, then another check on Granny, we stirred up our little chemistry experiments and invited our two girls to join us in a little anti- diarrhea cocktail. Oh we thought we were so funny. The girls, they did not. How awful of us to expect them to drink 150ml of this nasty crud? Why were we doing this to them? They hated it! It was gross! They didn’t want to. We were such horrible parents!
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WTH?? I went from scratching my head, to shaking my head, to full blown out anger. I reached my breaking point, loudly declaring end of discussion and telling my spoiled kids to drink the damn drinks and enough with the whining. It was not my finest parenting moment.
Did they drink their stupid drink? One did. The other gagged and then relented. Am I proud of my behaviour? Absolutely not. Would I like a do over. Oh God, yes please. Why am I spilling my guts to all of you? Not to ask for forgiveness for losing my cool with my kids. (I’ve already done this with both of my girls and remarkably they both apologised to me! They know I have their best interest at heart and should have just done as they were told) I guess I’m just putting it out there to once again say. There is no such thing as a perfect parent. You never know what is going on behind closed doors, and we are all doing the best we can. Sometimes we have fabulous parenting days, and sometimes, we suck. The goal must be for the good to always out weigh the bad, and to love each other always and no matter what. Go give your babies a hug, go tell your Parents and Grandparents you love them, and then give yourself a break. It’s never too late to start the day again.