What he didn't say is that I wouldn't sleep for a month and counting. That I wouldn't be able to leave the house for weeks and weeks, except for necessities, and occasionally trying to venture to a park (or this past weekend, the zoo...which involved throwing up in public multiple times.) That I would be isolated for days on end. That my clothes would smell of vomit. And that I would feel lonely and depressed. That I would miss play dates. That I might have to take Dmitri out of school since he has missed nearly a month of it- which we have still had to paid for. That I would cry. That I would wonder, "how long will this last..."
It's been really hard. Especially for someone who get's so easily stir crazy, like myself
Hugs. Covered in cloud dough.
But it hasn't all been bad. The littles are in great spirits. They play and explore so happily together, like Lewis and Clark, Calvin and Hobbes, Christopher & Pooh. It's really precious, and I feel unbelievably lucky to have little boys that are best friends.
We have made the most of our quiet time at home by starting our Christmas elving. We tried Kool-Aid dyeing, which was a lot of fun. Dmitri is begging to do it again. We made and played with cloud dough. And I think homemade play dough will be on the list for this week. We listen to a lot of music. And read. And snuggle. And it's the perfect excuse to get a new book, or two.
This too shall pass, eventually. It's just another chapter in my life as a mom.