Due to little man's return of "the fever" we will be postponing the next photo post. He seemed a little out of sorts yesterday and we were concerned and then came "the fever." Doctor's appointment tomorrow.
Big sis is adjusting well to her new situation with only minor issues (extreme exhaustion and lack of focus at the end of the day and a re-newed fear of being in ANY room alone - do you know how many ways that can impact your routine???). But overall I have to say she is doing really well at the moment.
The rest of us on the other hand . . . stress city! Little man is pitiful when his fever spikes and all this illness is really wrecking his routine. He is unsure of his new routine at school, gets anxious about going to daycare before we even leave the house, and then cries every day when we leave him. Some days he is just fine after we leave and other days his teacher has commented that he "wasn't his usual self." We know it is just a phase and that going on vacation, then being sick, then going back to school in a new classroom in a school without his big sis was just too much for our little two year old. And obviously he STILL isn't 100% since his fever is back.
Little man's repeated illness issues are wearing me and Disco down as well. It affects our sleep, our schedules (both work and school), and definitely our attitudes. Both Disco and I are dealing with busy work schedules this fall and getting behind isn't helping either of us. Plus classes this fall are already kicking my behind. Teaching is going smoothly so far and the project team I work with is awesome - without those positives I don't know if I would have the energy to even show up every day!
I know these issues aren't big compared to what some of our friends are going through right now - my heart goes out to those strong women (you know who you are). I know that these things will get better. I know that I just need to say "NO" sometimes and simplify our schedules. But sometimes I just want to document the realities of our current lives so that one day I can look back and think "wow, it wasn't really that bad" or "good grief, what was I thinking and how did I survive that". I'm guessing it could go either way . . .based on my crappy attitude tonight!