Blessing

Yesterday was a mixed blessing. I had to got to stay home with my daughter. Monday she got sick at daycare and was unable to go back until today. Sometimes I hate the 24 hour rule! Timing was bad - I had to work to get census done for billing at work, and my husband was on call, there is a major event in the area that his department is required to assists with, and there were a few others that he works with on vacation.

So I got up at 3:30am and was at work by 4am to finalize what I needed to do. I was back in bed by 5:30am when Andy got up for work and was out the door by 6am when Belle got up for the day. So really, no extra sleep for me.

I love sick days and I hate sick days. I want them to be days where we don't do anything too fun to encourage sick days, but fun enough for both of us to enjoy. We went for a walk, watched Sesame Street and took a nap (not nearly long enough for me though!). By 2pm I was tried and needed a distraction.

Then I realized that we had a chance to get rid of the Baby Mullet. Yes, my darling little girl had a mullet. It was awful and since she has taken to pulling out her hair ties, really obvious. So we went to the hair salon and got it cut. It was an interesting experience. I mean, who would have thought someone would not like getting their hair cut?

She was NOT amused at first. She was unsure and upset. But realized that she got fruit snacks and Monkey and a Minnie Mouse doll. This somehow made it better. She was a trooper and has much better hair now. Not sure when we will repeat the experience, I know it will be a while! But I like her new 'do.

It was a good day home, one I am glad that we did. I wish I had more days like that with her, where we could stay home and take long walks and play outside and do all the fun things we never get to on weekends.

Yes, at first I was frustrated because I needed to get work done. But even though I was up at 3:30am and at work by 4am, I am very glad with the day I had with my little girl. I know with another one on the way, days like this are fleeting. How many more days will it just be the two of us? How will I manage special time with her while caring for a new little blessing?

Part of me worries. Then I remember her sitting with me and snuggling, asking for Elmo and patting my belly saying "Baby". Nothing could be more wonderful.