A little boogy

My oldest daughter is home sick. It is the first day back after Spring Break. I love Spring Break; no schedules, hanging out, gardening, working on science experiments etc. This year, however, was my test. It rained. Not just a little rain, but monsoon rain for fifteen straight days. Fifteen days of being stuck inside with four grumpy kids.

Today it's beautiful and I am still stuck inside with grumpy kids. Last night when sickness was impending I felt like retreating into my own little cocoon of mommy break. I need a mommy break. Time to putz around in the garden, read some really great books, indulge in a little personal fantasy time. It eludes me. So, last night with sickness impending I broke out the arsenal - a little tylenol here, some advil, some cough medicine a couple puffs of steroids for my cold-induced asthma babies and I prayed for sleep. I CAN do this if I just get a little sleep. But, sleep eludes me too.

I have been blessed with the bad mommy gene of not being capable of teaching my children to sleep. I let them nuzzle up to me for far too long. Each of my children have slept with me and nursed on demand for their first two years of life. They have all woken up at least every two hours for their first two years of life becasue they love me so, they need a little booby - actually a lot. So, I have not actually slept more than an hour or two at a time for almost 8 years.

As I suspected none of them slept last night - seems they still need a little booby. At the very least a little nuzzle in my soft embrace.
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