Internet, I cannot tell you how nice it is to be home. I’ve spent the last three days in hospital with Evelyn after she caught RSV and gastro together, making her horribly unwell.
Three days of IV fluids and a little oxygen and we were allowed to come home yesterday for a trial to see how she does. I am grateful to say she rocked the trial and we are still home and she’s feeling a little better back in her own routine. Not well enough to run around the house, but well enough to have opinions about putting on pants this morning.
We were worried and we’re so glad she’s on the mend now. It will take her a while to gain back the strength and weight she lost, but she’s eating a little and toddlers are excellent at bouncing back. Unlike Nathan and I, who are still getting over the effects of the gastro and RSV Evelyn gifted to us.
On the being home front, there’s nothing like sitting next to a toddler who is too unwell to do anything but sleep, watching her oxygen drop lower and lower to make you appreciate small things like a hot cup of tea and being able to potter around the house without worrying someone is going to cough themselves into unconsciousness.
Not to mention the bliss of sleeping in my own bed last night after the hospital pull out and previously, a mattress on the floor so I could monitor Eve’s breathing.
Things have been quiet here while I tease out what I’m doing. Evelyn update above aside, I’m not a Mummyblogger any more. So I don’t know what I am. Tired, mostly.
The fortnight of serious illness coupling as it did with the school holidays means I am seriously behind on soap work. There is 24kg of soap needing to be stamped and honestly, I’m not sure I’ve caught it in time. It might be too hard to stamp and I’m loathe to ruin any soaps trying. So I may just ignore it and send them out unstamped.
My routine is thrown out, and I’m struggling a bit, stepping back into the role of maker, writer, business owner, mother, nursemaid. Taking a fortnight was the only choice I had, but it’s hard now, playing catch up. That’s the problem with working for yourself – if you’re too sick to work, the work just waits for you. No one else does it for you.
It will be okay. I’ve only got eleventy hundred soap buckets to scrape out and wash, and like, five hundred soaps to label and wrap. When I get around to buying the paper for labels. And designing the labels. And printing them.
Holy mother of god but I need three more of me. And minions. Lots of minions.
So glad you’re all home…
Sorry to hear about everything else falling by the wayside. Prioritse, hey? xxx
Very glad to know you are at home.
Try not to stress too much about jobs to be done.
Hugs
You have three beautiful minions. Unfortunately, the two youngest probably aren’t up for helping. But the eldest could stick label stickers on your soaps after they’re wrapped. That would help out. And keep you company while you work as an added bonus.
My minions are minion-esque. They’re “becoming their own person” and “outgrowing mom time” and “having opinions”. Plus their lack of interest and willingness to help leads to shoddy work. Appreciate your minions while you can, and put them to work, before it all slips away…
So glad your sweet girl is doing better!!
Minions? I love that word.
Start training the kids. :0
Amy can stamp and wrap, Isaac can scrape buckets, Evelyn can wash them. Just fill the scraped buckets with warm water and let Evelyn play until they are clean. Nathan can rinse and stack upside down to dry.
Now get busy and design those labels.
oh, have a cup of tea first. 🙂
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