The children are sick. My youngest had a day of intense vomiting, followed by two days of uncontrollable diarrhea. She seems recovered now. My five-year-old is on her fourth day of sickness. My nine-year-old just came home sick from school. My seven-year-old has yet to get it.
These are the dark days. The tiny comforts and pleasures that get me through ordinary parenting get swept away in the tide of sick. The washing machine is always running, the sheets always need changing, and the garbage cans always need emptying.
I don't have anything wise or witty to say about this. I'm just throwing out this post like a message in the bottle because it feels slightly less bad than being here alone. Cheers.