Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Life Happens!

Having a two-year-old is like having a blender that you don't have the top for.  ~Jerry Seinfeld
Once again, it has been quite some time since my last post. But being the mother of a two year old boy, life isn't always predictable. The other night, for example, I planned on going to bed early and starting the work week off well rested. I couldn't have been more off... My son, Sebastian, suddenly started crying around 8:30pm, repeating, "I don't feel good. I sicky." And worst of all, he was holding both ears. Being that my father is deaf, I don't take chances when it comes to Sebastian's ears. So I laid him down, deciding I would call the pediatrician first thing in the morning. But then he started screaming bloody murder, yelling, "It hurts!" as he held his ears. Soon after the screaming began, he threw up. A combination of heartbreak--knowing first hand how painful earaches are--and my mother's famous "Better safe than sorry," made me get up and tell my husband that I wasn't going to wait until morning. So off to the ER we went. Diagnosed with an inner ear infection and prescribed with amoxicillin, Sebastian is already feeling much better than he was on Sunday night, thank God! Although he still wakes up in the middle of the night whimpering a bit and complaining that "it hurts," he's pretty much back to his old self: eating play dough, pretending the dog is a motorcycle, constantly begging for candy, and of course, causing me to believe that a tornado has suddenly struck inside my home. The bottom line is, life isn't always as you plan it to be. Everytime I begin blogging, I fully intend on writing every day. But then something unplanned happens: I have to work on a Sunday because a hurricane is on its way; I have to give my son a second bath because he decided to color himself with markers; I have to make a second trip to the grocery store because friends who are displaced are coming over for dinner; and sometimes I even have to take a trip to the ER in the middle of the night. Life happens and days turn into weeks, months pass, and before you know it, you're another year older and your plans have not worked out as you had once hoped. But that's okay. Sometimes circumstances aren't great, but usually things work out for the best. And sometimes, the results are even better than they may have been. I used to work five, eight hour days, Monday through Friday. However, I soon ran into babysitter issues on Tuesdays, so I changed my schedule to four, 10 hour days. Although my work days are longer, I am able to spend the entire day with Sebastian every Tuesday. I didn't plan on this and I was very hesitant at first. But I couldn't be happier. Now, Sebastian and I are able to spend quality time together, just the two of us, at least once a day every week. We bake yummy desserts, play cars and trains, color pictures for daddy, have play dates with my niece. So here I am, back in action with every intention on writing on a regular basis. But the truth is, I am a human being who also happens to be the mother of a two year old, crazy little boy. So while I ask you to join me as I give you "something to relate to," I also apologize in advance if I am unable to write daily; after all, sometimes life happens!

2 comments:

Heather VanDusen said...

I know exactly what you mean and am very glad to hear that he is feeling better! Miss ya <3

Anonymous said...

Love how you describe Sebastian's spirit... love how you love him... BTW Play Dough Rocks!