Monday to Friday the clock strikes at 7:30 and I give myself another ten minutes to find the strength for my bottom half to get up and support my top half. Most moms will relate, I don’t think we actually sleep when you have young children. I spend at least two to three times up to fetch a bottle for Arty (thank god, she sleeps while she drinks) and then I’m up for Apollo to ready him for school (gotta get that edu-ma-ca-tion). After he’s off to school, Arty and I may, or may not head to Starbucks for our morning ritual of ‘going for a walk’. We’ll either spend breakfast there or head home. The air helps tire her out?
This morning is a late start for, J. Just before he left, he noticed Apollo was running a temperature. His whole body was hot. So of course, he gave him some medicine to calm the fever and a note for me would have gone like this,
“Kai is sick with a fever. I gave him tylenol. Give him a cold shower and tell him lots of rest”.
My husband should have been a doctor. He would have told me that in the note, because I panic when the kids are sick. I’m terrible at staying calm, when they’re unwell. Thank God, I knew what he would have said, otherwise, I wouldn’t know what to do.
Trying to tend to Apollo can be challenging when the little one is not entertained by her usual fun video of “Five Little Ducks” by Little Baby Bum on Youtube. She’ll cry behind the Starwars Box calling out for me, until I come back and she stares at me with tears running down her face. Sometimes, I wanna write a book on what I think babies are saying and thinking. Arty sounds really funny in most of my versions.
Anyway it’s just lunch time and my morning has been quite an adventure already. I’ve got to run to the trusty over-the-counter people for some medicine on fixing fevers and smashed screens because I smartly dropped the corner of the laptop on my screen phone. The universe is lovely today.