I am sure you are all tired of reading my woe is me stories, if you can't take hearing about my broken foot anymore go ahead and stop reading now.
Yesterday I had to arrange child care for my children and I am going to be home with them.
On Friday Rob is going back to work, my mom is flying home, and by 6:30 in the morning I will be home alone with my kids.
I can't carry my baby, I can't help him down the stairs, I can't lean down and lift him off the floor, I run to stop him from hurting himself.
I can't be home alone with my kids.
I had to call a babysitter.
I can't take care of my own children.
It was deflating. It was defeating.
A few hours of needing a baby sitter, not the end of the world, but it was hard.
It is easier to ask for help from Rob and my mom. On Friday they are both leaving, Rob will be at work for four days. My sister is coming on the 27th, I needed to get three days covered.
Friday morning the baby sitter is coming, then my, over giving, friend Liz is going to to bring herself and her kids over for a sleepover at my house. I say over giving because her husband is having chemo that day and she offered to help me.
Saturday Morning my girlfriend and her kids are coming up from the city for the weekend to stay with us, help and play.
Finally my Sister will be flying in for ten days.
This is hard.
I am so lucky that I have wonderful friends and family who will go out of there way to help with my kids, or bring us meals, or do anything we need.
But this is hard.