Did I mention how much I hate winter? I’ve been awaiting spring’s arrival since winter began.  Spring is here, but for me it hasn’t sprung yet. Spring is supposed to be when I resume running and change out the twins’ cars seats and begin exploring, not dealing with a cold.

I really could just cry. You see, when you’re mommy you think not of yourself but that of your little ones because you know it’s just a matter of time before they are miserable just like you and the worst part is knowing you are the reason they’re sick.

Yesterday was supposed to be filled with Easter Egg hunts and zumba by the National Monument and hunting for cherry blossom blooms.   Instead, the day was spent on the floor watching kid movies and me hunched over walking my daughter and her pretend kitty. Yes, the upside is we spent time together, but not how I wanted.

It’s now Sunday, a brand new day.

It was around 5 a.m when I heard my son. He normally takes his bink (pacifier) and goes back to bed this early. Today he didn’t; he was congested and had a runny nose. I put him in our bed and gave him a bottle. As he drifted off to sleep his other half woke up, literally!  It wasn’t so easy for her, she drank two ounces and wouldn’t go back to sleep, so I turned on cartoons.

As I walked by big sister’s room. I heard her sneezing. It was just a few minutes after 8 a.m, an entire hour early and just like that, my trisanity began.

Me:- Good Morning, how do you feel?

J:- Morning mommy, sick.

All I heard was that one little word “sick” and it made me a little teary-eyed. She sounded horrible. I cleaned her up, brushed her teeth, gave her meds, then a glass of milk.

I decided to make breakfast when I remembered we were out of eggs. So, off to the store hubby goes while I tend to our babies.

I hope your Sunday started better than ours.

XO Stacey