It might just be because it is September and our 12 year wedding anniversary is at the end of the month, but I’m feeling even more in love with Etienne than I normally do. He really is quite the keeper.
I also realized something yesterday that I have probably known all along, but just refused to accept because I somehow thought it would make me less of a Mother.
Picture this: Mignon wasn’t well over the weekend and I had my usual little anxiety attack about what we were going to do come Monday if she wasn’t well enough to go to school (this relates to a post about infertility and PND that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while, it might be time to publish that one)
The bottom line for me has always been that I, as the Mom, carry the burden of worry about sick children.
On Sunday night Etienne and I had our usual conversation about sick-child-care. We like to always have a plan (and sometimes a Plan B and C) upfront so that we have our heads around things should we need to and not be running around like decapitated chickens come Monday morning. Oh, who am I kidding, Mondays suck enough as it is.
We used to do this Plan A. B and C thing when the kids were small, a pre-arranged plan or plans especially for the nights we knew that little sleep was inevitable. And we stick to the plan, there is safety in the plan and safety of creating options for ourselves. I’m not sure if any of this makes sense?
Anyway, it finally dawned on me yesterday that I am not the only parent that worries when our babies are sick. There are TWO of us that worry and Etienne is more than capable of taking care of sick children and always has been.
How have I missed this for so long? Why did I think I had an exclusive right to being a worrier?
PS Isabel told Daniel she that was going to kill him with a fart yesterday morning. Aren’t our children just charming?
PPS Isabel is now also sick and we haven’t really slept since Friday. We are both feeling a little fragile.