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I am a housewife and stay at home mom. The job can be extremely isolating, extremely difficult and the hours stink. Not that I would give it up for a second, but lately it's been kicking my butt. Hence the radio silence. I have five blog posts started and saved as drafts. I just haven't been able to finish them and get them up on the web.

My daughter has been ill for the past couple days. She's had a fever that peaked at 40.8 C yesterday. A temperature that high is scary in an adult, never mind in someone so tiny, and it's doubly frustrating when you call up your doctor and they tell you that it's fine even though she's been sick for days. I took her in and there appears to be nothing wrong with her but I have small little "oinks" playing in my head. Last night was particularly hard as she wouldn't sleep for love or money and I spent three hours sitting up and rocking with her until nearly two in the morning. I never stay up that late as I know full well that the Sprogling will be up bright and early at 6 or 7.

I've been feeling more and more isolated, even though I've been going out quite a fair bit. It doesn't seem to be enough anymore to have my mom and tots group and at least one other trip out during the week. I feel the need to get out without my children... which is impossible. I play baseball once a week and generally go all by myself, and when I get home, Hubby gratefully thrusts Little Bit into my hands and immediately disappears outside to chill out for at least half an hour. This is after only two hours by himself with the kids. I can't imagine the destruction and chaos that I would find if I were to go out for an entire evening or heaven forbid, a whole day!

My house is in shambles, partly because my husband has gained an extra day off which means that I have lost one of my designated cleaning days, and partly because now that he's home more he... puts more things out of place. I just don't have the desire to stay up late and clean lately. This means right at this moment there is a pile of dishes in the sink, my kiddo's trays are still mucky from breakfast and my living room looks like a toy store exploded. Don't even get me started on our bedroom. I have just written it off. No one needs to see that and lately it's more likely one or the other of us spends the night either in the Sproglings room or the living room anyways.

 

I'm tired. I need a hug. Preferably one that doesn't include sticky hands or a runny nose being wiped on me. Please?