Thursday Thoughts - 10/29 - My Two New Best Friends

-

My Two New Best Friends!

 Well is certainly has been a whirlwind of a week of the Hayes household. I came down with some sort of deadly disease (or what most people call "kidney stones") and a nasty virus to boot. I have basically been bed ridden since Wednesday (a week now!).  As with most moms I've talked to, our health seems to come second.  The flu?? Won't stop me from getting lunch made... 101 fever.... No worries, dinner will just be a few minutes late.  But kidney stones!!!! Whooooooooooo invented these beasts? I finally got to the point where I had to take myself to the walk-in. They diagnosed me with -- I have no idea what's wrong with you -- and that annoyed me. So they took lots of samples from me, sent me to get a CAT scan and here I am with two new bff's, kidney stone uno & kidney stone dos. Funny thing is, these little buggers are on my left side and my pain just so happens to be destroying my right side. (Long story short, as of today the pain in my side is mostly gone, I'm on antibiotics and my two new bff's can eject themselves anytime between now and 50 years... Totally cool) 

Honestly though, do you even care about any of this? I don't even know why I'm writing about this... It's so lame..  But mostly I think it's because I'm mad at myself and I need to air my frustrations.  I started to feel intense pain Wednesday and ignored it as "womanly problems" for three days. THREE DAYS. I didn't even tell anyone I was in pain until Friday when I couldn't even muster up the energy to go to happy hour (which, by the way, is how I knew I probably should go to the doctor).  

My little bit of heaven while bedridden.
Hot Chocolate with Whipped Cream!

Why do we do this to ourselves?? Why do we wait until it's at a level 10?? If Colin even so much as sneezes wrong, or Brian says he has a headache I am on the phone with the doctor or shoving Brian out the door to the walk in.   I don't have an answer for you as to why I do this, heck, I don't even have an answer for me. But I think it's because I didn't want to be seen as "difficult" or "fussy".  Maybe it's anxiety, and I'm sure a little bit of it is... But I've talked to other women, and read a lot of articles recently that have the same sort of theme.  Mom's putting themselves second.   I know, that's how it works when you have a baby, but when did I become #8. Baby, husband, work, kitchen counters, laundry, vacuuming, dish washer, sweeping.....  Me.  

I can't go back and change how I handled this issue, but I know darn sure, if (when???) uno & dos decide to make an appearance, I sure as heck won't be feeling guilty about calling, or handing off my trusty kitchen broom to Brian... And when I call the doctor, like the big girl I am, I hope there is a nice nurse on the other line with pain killers and the perfect appointment time (3:00pm) waiting for me.
A VERY special I Love You to my amazing, lovely, and perfect neighbor Lauren! 
Thank you for my weekend pick-me-up!
It was so delicious, and much needed!
xoxoxoxoxox





Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Mom...The Potty Flipped Over

-
Image
Just when you think you've got it all together.... Your son comes to tell you that there is poop on the floor.  So even though he's been potty trained for a nearly a year and ASKS for privacy when he goes, there are still mishaps.  Like, well this: He was such an easy kid to potty train...a few skittles here, a few there and BAM, bye bye diapers.  Yet, he has his quirks.  For instance, I am not sure why his own private potty ended up getting flipped over, but I do know that he was in there building a fortress with toilet paper.  It's what he does - I don't know, I tend to think it's creative and not destructive. I think my mistake was loading up the shelf with fresh new rolls (I did that at 7am).  It was all just too exciting for him. And so even though this was the first day in history that both children slept until 8am allowing me to deep clean the bathroom (again at 7am) I was right back at it at 11am. Please remind me of this as I have a full-blow
Read more

Read Number 6.

-
Image
A few years ago I heard the phrase "self-care".  In fact, it was a doctor who looked me square in the face and asked me "what do you do for self-care?" I had (no joke) NEVER heard this phrase before.  NEVER.  It must have shown on my face, but she didn't even flinch and went on to ask what I did for myself.  Like without guilt to take care of myself.  I thought for a minute and listed off things like sleeping in once a week, morning showers, taking the long way home from work while listening to murder podcasts (the usual??) These apparently are not things that count as self-care.  (I mean I guess they are a little bit, but she wanted to examples of what I was doing to better my self-worth and happiness).  Even now that school started, I can't think of much -- actually,  sometimes I leave work early and eat my yogurt in my car and listen to my murder podcast for an extra 15 minutes. I find that recently there has even been a push for self-care in the
Read more

Guest Post - They Won't Get It, They'll Think I'm an Awful Mom

-
Image
Guest Post:  Alicia is a friend from high school who is a full-time working mom of one adorable boy, Cooper.  She's also building a make-up empire and blowing up Facebook with wildly entertaining videos and tutorials.  She makes everything look easy, which is why this blog is just that much more important.  Thanks for sharing Alicia. I was asked to write something MONTHS ago, and I promise, the commitment to put my thoughts on paper has never left my mind.  I’m embarrassed it took me this long.  But to be honest, I couldn’t get myself to write down my story, because if I did, it would somehow make my failures more real.  (Sure, I know we’re always the hardest on ourselves, and I know I’m not a failure, but the thoughts, “could I have done better…can I DO better?” constantly run through my mind.) Let me step back for a second.  It took my husband and I well over a year to get pregnant with Cooper.  Two heartbreaking miscarriages, low progesterone and a blood-clotting diso
Read more