Ill Communication

I’m sick. Had a 102.7 feber (Emma’s word). Aches, chills, sore throat. Sucks to be sick as a single parent. Thankfully one of my two babysitters totally picked up the slack tonight. I have two awesome babysitters. This is something I am constantly grateful for.

Had some great fever dreams. More like fever introspection. There’s a lot of shit I just couldn’t or wouldn’t blog about. But I was deep down in that shit, working it out tonight. Another case of a few hours of introspection while I’m sick. I should start an anonymous blog and get a few of my demons out.

The kids get really anxious when I’m sick. They are worried that I’m going to leave them too. It’s all over their body language and their general anxiety. I’ve reassured them I’m just regular sick, not sick like mommy was. As my fever started breaking tonight, Ian had me check it every 5 minutes or so to make sure I was ok. I think my reassurances helped some.

After digging up some old bad choices and some old bad times tonight, I’m even more grateful that I have my kids and that I’m raising them in a way that they won’t likely have as many demons as I do.

(and I think it’s time for a theme change)

Another fun Emma-ism: When she’s exerting her independence: “My do it!”