I woke up feeling great, actually woke up without the boy’s alert, woke up on my own accord. WOW.
Then about 45 minutes later it began, crampy-achy aches! Oh no, I’m being punished for eating that overly decadent chocolate cake! I went to our bathroom floor which is heated and laid spread eagle hoping that the heat would help. I wanted to cry, I hadn’t felt cramps since, well, LABOUR! My husband offered to help with Tylenol, and a heating pad, I made it to the bed, and then he was off to work. There I was with Adrian, who was laughing, talking, playing… and wanting MOMMY. Totally helpless!
I prayed for nap time to approach, and when it came I quickly brought Adrian to me and snuggled up with him, an hour of rest is exactly what I need… He drifted to sleep, I’m free to sleep! THEN, I kid you not within 25 minutes he woke up… WHAT? The day that I really need a bit of rest… He has no desire to sleep with me… this never happens! Of ALL days today, Oh please, Oh please go back to sleep. NOPE.
The pain subsided. Thank god.
Then I realized and became incredibly grateful as I picked up my son, to PLAY… that MOM’s don’t get a day off, we are on 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. As a full time mom there is no calling in sick, or taking a day off to go to the museum or taking a mental health day to clear my head. NO, as a full time mom I work, I’m on call no matter what. I became grateful when I realized that I am not sick, nor do I don’t suffer from an illness, or that I have a mental illness that keeps me from the most important job of my life! Oh yes, grateful indeed, just a little cramp, and yes by 2:00 it subsided, all is good.
I say three cheers for full time MOMs… and Dads!!!