It couldn't have been a worse period for both Alexis and I to get stomach sick (again) at the same time. M is gone for two weeks, our 6h/week help/nanny had the flu etc. I most certainly won't go in any nasty details, but let's just say I've been washing approximately 16 machines these past days. The nights felt like some chaotic Stanley Kubrick film at some points.
My mood, energy and spirit have been the lowest for a long time. It felt like smashing my fists into something hard and just scream out loud sometimes.
Thank you Lord for my dear parents and sister who came as often as they could, regardless of the risk of getting sick themselves and helped me. Mum took a half day off yesterday to help us. It feels like I wouldn't have survived this alone. These times certainly prove why you're supposed to be two when having a kid.
Well well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Right?!