I actually made it to work today -- for only half the day. I was so exhausted mentally and physically by mid-day that I couldn't handle staying in the office any longer. I got home about 1:30pm and slept like I had never slept in my life.
It actually took Micah's Daddy to ring my doorbell for me to wake up to grab Micah from the front door. (Of course, he then proceeds to tell me how bad I look - thank you jerk!)
That's the thing when you have a toddler, especially a sick toddler -- there's no time to think of yourself. There's long days and longer sleepless nights. But when you're a single mom, its just you to do it all.
Micah has a really bad cough that wakes him up in the middle of the night. At that time, he wants something cold to drink to soothe his throat so it's nothing for me to be up at two in the morning getting him a cup of water. On a regular day, I would look at him like he was crazy (waking me up at 2am for something to drink), but when he's sick, I have to do what it takes to make him feel somewhat better.
When we went to the pediatrician on Monday, he reassured me that Micah only had a virus that is possibly going around and that he would be better in a few days. Well, I'm still waiting for those few days to be over. I can't stand watching my child sick - it's just too hard, especially when there is nothing to give him or do for him to make him feel better.
It's only compounded by the fact that I'm now sick. Not only sick - I'm EXHAUSTED. I can't say it any other way. Until Micah feels better, I probably won't get any better - so he needs to hurry up and get better.
So I took advantage of getting a little over 3 hours of sleep before Micah made it home. That was great!
I contemplated going to the laundry and running to the store to grab a few things for dinner (hey, being a mommy doesn't wait for me to get better), but thought against it once I got home and onto the sofa.
Even after the much needed nap, I was still exhausted though. It takes some time to fully recover after some hard sleeping like that.
So I turned on Dora the Explorer on replay, laid smack dab in the middle of the living room, and let Micah do what he does best - run. He ran around the living room, jumped on my back, closed all of the doors in the apartment, opened and closed the curtains, jumped from the sofa onto the floor landing on my back each time (surprisingly), turning on and off the light, and so much more.
You know what? I didn't move - I squeezed in another 30 minutes of sleep. I'm probably going to be labeled a horrible mom for saying this, but as long as I felt him bumping into me from time to time, I knew he was ok.
Finally, Micah had enough...he needed help to take off his socks and didn't care that Mommy was still trying to squeeze in some sleep - he wanted me NOW.
Guess nap time is over...
I must commend him though. He didn't destroy the living room as bad as he normally does, especially with Dora on. Usually, he gets so excited by Dora that he'll pull all of the pillows and cushions off the sofa and throw them all around the room. He was pretty good at keeping the mess to a minimum.
This is actually where I found him when I got up and noticed that he was WAY too quiet.