It seems selfish to complain about today, really, because while yes, I have an 11 day old baby, I also have my parents staying with me to help out. Still, my hubby ended up feeling icky the second half of the day, which changed our evening plans, and then my poor two-year-old boy, who’s been coughing up a lung all day, threw up all over my shoulder.  (Although at least we were standing on the laminate.)  And the last thing he ate was about the only food I feed my children but dislike intensely enough that I don’t touch it myself–raw bell pepper.  (I can’t abide bell peppers, but hey, my children like them; far be it from me not to take advantage of a vegetable they all enjoy!)  Oh, the smell!  He was fussy or sleepy (or both) for the rest of the day.

Here’s the thing.  My parents cleaned up most of the mess; the last load of gross laundry is in the washing machine as we speak; and my son, despite two brief naps today, went happily to sleep at bedtime.  It could have been SO much worse, and I know it.  The problem is, of course, that my personality is all about anticipation.  I was DESPERATELY looking forward to going out with my hubby tonight (however cheaply and briefly), and when those plans changed, my personality joined forces with the post-pregnancy hormones and the sleep-deprivation to make it feel like the end of the world.  And THEN there was the vomit, and let’s be honest–if there’s a worse way for your day to be derailed than with unexpected child vomit, I’m not sure what it is.  (I am, of course, excluding injury and real tragedy here.)  And so I say–is this day over yet?

I can’t end on such an overly dramatic note, though, because yes, I KNOW I have help and I am blessed and the day could have been so much worse.  And so I leave you with a quote that is possibly overused but still very, very applicable.

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.”

So said Mary Ann Radmacher.  Goodnight, folks!