Ugh...I'm such a fatalist. Seriously. I am not sure when I became so pessimistic. (Ok. Not true. I think it was in college where procrastination and my flair for the dramatic met at a crossroads...) But geeze. Someone please remind me that the sky in NOT falling.
Le Bebe is sick. Something flulike. I just do not react well to rough nights and miserable children. I'm all weepy and convinced that I'll be up rocking and wiping runny noses F.O.R.E.V.E.R. OMG, WHAT IF I AM UP ROCKING AND WIPING RUNNY NOSES FOREVER??? See. Film Noir.
I am sort of considering taking the kids out of daycare altogether though. And I will admit that it is freaking me out a little. Ok. A lot. I just don't know if I have what it takes to be a SAHM. I feel like the days when they are with me we watch way too much TV, eat way too much junk, learn way too many bad habits, etc. etc. etc.
But then I think that if we were home all the time we would get into our groove and have more of a routine. We could "play" at the gym for a couple hours every day. (Ok, every other day. Every third day? Shut up.) We could hit the Zoo more often. And drag the art supplies out more. Go to the park, walk the dog...Wait. Why don't we do those things now? Well. We can't do those things tomorrow, because I will probably be on the couch with a sick baby all day long. But next week we can give it a shot. And if you are a SAHM, or a part time SAHM, tell me what your day is like. I need to wrap my brain around it.
Also, there are pictures for this week, but the baby is crying so they must wait. Stupid flu!