you can do this

The scene: Husband (Very Helpful Husband) is out of town unexpectedly. Ten people are coming to your house for a candle party tomorrow night. House is a mess. You are feeling every bit like you’re in the first trimester of pregnancy because- HEY! Guess what! You are! Long day of work. Headed to pick up your toddler at daycare and then headed to your parents’ house because you are not above letting someone feed you and watch your kid while you lay on the couch and drool.

Kid has hurt her foot playing Ring Around The Rosies at school. For the rest of the night, she is hesitant to walk on it and occasionally whispers ‘OUCH!’ while playing. It doesn’t look bruised or swollen. Two hours after going to bed (and just TWENTY MINUTES after you fall asleep) your kid wakes up sobbing and screaming about her foot hurting. After 30 minutes of trying to calm her down, you give up and head downstairs to watch Finding Nemo. The XBox (which is also the DVD player) controller has dead batteries (OF COURSE) so you spend the next moments frantically searching in the dark for batteries. Finally you borrow some from the remote, but not until after your kid works herself into such a frenzy because Nemo isn’t starting yet that you fear she may throw up. And you are nauseous and exhausted and your Puke-Cleaner-Upper is hours away. And you’re pretty sure Grandma wouldn’t appreciate a midnight phone call to clean up puke from TWO of her girls.

At 1am, you finally convince the kid to go back to bed. The next morning, she’s still favoring her foot and sometimes refuses to walk on it. Call your mom (I WANT MY MOMMMMYYY), decide to head to urgent care. Since you’re knocked up, you need someone to come along in case x-rays are needed because no way is your 2 year old going to do it alone. Grandma agrees to come along.

Shower while the kid plays in her room. While you’re getting dressed, she hobbles in, crying about her foot. HER OTHER FOOT. There’s blood on her sock. An investigation leads to a discovery of a teeny tiny puncture on her big toe. You ask what happened. “I stepped on da ICE!” ICE? What the-? “What ice?” “From da pit-cher!”

A picture frame. Glass. Broken. Stepped in. Good Lord. Band-aid. Wrong one. Must be Jasmine. Band-aid is ‘boddering’ her toe. WHINE AND CRY. Take it off, sock back on. Head to urgent care. Pretty sure your kid is trying to KILL YOU.

X-rays are all clear, many princess stickers are received, instructions for Motrin and rest. Doctor doesn’t notice her other toe, child services is not called. Thankful.

Home for lunch. Nap. House is STILL a wreck, people coming in less than 7 hours. Force yourself to lay on the couch because if you don’t rest now, you will pay for it later. Momentarily regret planning this candle party, even though when you scheduled it, you had no idea you were pregnant. Mom comes over early to help- shovels snow, sweeps floors, is Goddess. Throw some food together, get dressed, hair looks halfway presentable. Party is fun, lots of laughs and wine is consumed (not by you, of course. Preggo.)

That night, your kid suddenly decides that she can’t fall asleep unless you are sitting on the floor next to her bed. It’s probably your fault since it’s nearly 11pm and you two were both partying too late. She’s not even LOOKING IN YOUR DIRECTION, nor does she want you to touch her, hold her hand, or sing to her, but if you try to leave, she grabs your arm and cries, “I NEEEEED YOUUUU!” You sit on the floor for an hour until she passes out. Repeat at 5am.


Sunday is a blur. Husband returns home for 12 hours before he leaves again in the morning for a 4-day work trip. He’s exhausted from his weekend, you’re exhausted from yours, you feel guilty for throwing the kid at him the moment he walks in. You cry while he’s upstairs calming down your child who AGAIN IS CALLING FOR MOMMY TO SIT ON THE FLOOR WHILE SHE FALLS ASLEEP. Feel like a crappy mom, all the while knowing that it’s the hormones and exhaustion making your mind crazy.

Pass out in bed at 9pm. Monday comes. You can do this. It’s only four days, right? (Except he’s leaving AGAIN next week for 3 days. But let’s not think about that now, mm-kay?)

Consider the ramifications of blogging about Husband being out of town. Hi Stalkers and Bad People! I’m hormonal and pregnant, you probably don’t want to come mess with me. Plus, I might have a gun. (I don’t.) (OR MAYBE I DO.)

Today is better. Productive work day. You eat chicken nuggets for dinner with your kid in the kitchen while watching Barbie Swan Lake. She dances, you smile. She goes to bed (seemingly) without incident. You have Gilmore Girls on the DVR, only slightly nauseous tonight.

Things are looking up.

You can do this.


  1. Heather

    February 22, 2010 8:51 pm

    Sofija has been doing the same thing at night, she won’t want me to lay with her, or sit on the edge of the bed, she’ll point to a place on the floor where i have to SIT. Yes SIT. if i try and lay down she starts screaming. And then she turns her back to me and if I even think about sneaking out she flips back over and starts crying. So usually I just sit there until I think it’s safe to lay down and end up on the floor sleeping with elmo as a pillow.

  2. Chelsea

    February 22, 2010 9:18 pm

    May I ask- what exactly is a candle party?

    Hope you’re feeling better!

  3. Melissa

    February 22, 2010 9:54 pm

    Yikes, sorry you had such a rough weekend. :( It figures that stuff happens when a) you’re preggo and b) your husband is out of town! It’s nice that your mom lives so close, though, in case you need help. Hope the next couple weeks go more smoothly!
    .-= Melissa’s last blog post: on to the next question =-.

  4. bluzdude

    February 22, 2010 10:10 pm

    And you’re interesting in having ANOTHER one of these?

    At least maybe in a couple years, you can assign #1 to sit on the floor beside #2.
    .-= bluzdude’s last blog post: The Focus Group =-.

  5. Jenn

    February 22, 2010 10:11 pm

    Oy. What a weekend. I feel your pain of being Daddy-less (hello stalkers and creeps…I DO have a gun and I’m so not afraid to use it! :D ). I’m without mine for a week. Although I have 2 kids, I’m not pregnant (which always makes things feel so much worse). I say maybe it’s sleep-over-at-Gram’s??? :) My husband travels about 4-6 weeks every fall for his job and before my daughter was in preschool, we high-tailed it to my parents’ house for the weeks he was gone! This year has been tough having to stay home when he’s gone. I say it’s a success when everybody is alive when Daddy gets home!!! :)

    • Jen

      February 22, 2010 10:19 pm

      oh GEEZ 4-6 weeks??? I’m so spoiled. Dan is home every night by 5:30 or 6. And I’m so used to relying on his help! So when he’s gone for even a few days, it’s hard. Though if I wasn’t pregnant, I don’t think it would be such a big deal- makes everything a billion times harder!

      • Jenn

        February 22, 2010 10:25 pm

        Not 4-6 weeks all at once–usually one week gone, one week home, one week gone, etc. It’s pretty tough, but then the rest of the year (he works at a college) he’s home close to 5 almost every night. We’ll take the crappy travel for a while since he enjoys the job and the people–as opposed to hating the job. My parents live 7 hrs. away, but luckily we have “foster kids” (students we “adopt” for a home-away-from-home) from the college here that I can call on to help me out.
        Agreed–pregnancy makes everything much harder! But it’s still really hard to be without Daddy, preggo or not!!
        .-= Jenn’s last blog post: Ear Cleaning Time =-.

  6. Nilsa @ SoMi Speaks

    February 23, 2010 9:14 am

    I’m pretty sure this is why (a) if we have children, there will only be one and (b) people like you are heroes to people like me.

  7. Burgh Baby

    February 23, 2010 11:38 am

    This. Birth control with words. Definitely.
    .-= Burgh Baby’s last blog post: Don’t Do It If You Don’t Want Me To Write About It. Ahem. =-.

  8. sparkyd

    February 23, 2010 11:45 am

    This post made me laugh AND cry. Cry because I feel for you. Or maybe that was just goop spilling from one of my pink-eye-infected eyes. You know, the pink eye my older son brought home from daycare and passed on to the baby and now to me. Kids are so awesome, aren’t they?

    Seriously though, I mostly wanted to comment to say what a great writer you are. The same story with a lesser pen (OK, keyboard) could just be whiny and annoying. But this was good reading that elicited a real emotional response. The fact that you write so well is, of course, why I’ve kept reading your blog for over two years now. You rock. Even when you are tired and hormonal!

    And you CAN do this. One hour at a time. Good luck!

  9. Jenni

    February 23, 2010 5:26 pm

    I’m new on your blog, I’m so sorry you had such a hard weekend. But, I love your writing. You made me smile, even if you weren’t smiling!

  10. Kate Lyker

    February 24, 2010 1:00 am

    awe poor preggo that is definitely more than enough to make your noodles soggy. and no worries I got the guns so I got your back! Just keep swimming swimming swimming haha

  11. Jane

    February 24, 2010 10:05 am

    awww… I have felt that pain without the morning sickness and it sucks…. so you can definitely declare major suckiness! ugh… good luck. big hugs!
    .-= Jane’s last blog post: Rachel Ray Subscription – $3.99 =-.

  12. Caity

    February 24, 2010 8:46 pm

    Oh my goodness! Sorry about your difficult weekend. Your posts always make me smile, though. Amidst all the kid-drama and difficulties, you really do love it. You make me realize that although I may be crazy, too… this is what I want someday. :)
    .-= Caity’s last blog post: I’m not talking bee hives. =-.

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