It's a cold winter for this wimpy girl from the South. Getting us out the door takes extra time to bundle us in layers and convince ourselves to walk out the door. My poor son endures three layers of pajamas every night since our old house is drafty. I need spring right now.
The infamous stomach virus hit our household this week. First my son, then me. This is the week that I was supposed to go to Las Vegas for a conference. I was worried about this week for a while since it's my first time away from my son. As Wednesday approached (the day of my flight), I had multiple sitters lined up for each night plus back ups for daycare in case they were closed. Monday greeted us with snow and sleet. That night, I laid in bed worrying how my sitters will brave the roads and if my son's stomach could improve in time. When my son got sick all over himself and me on Tuesday afternoon, I knew that this trip was not going to happen.
Right when I was supposed to be on the plane, my turn at sickness hit. On Thursday as I drove my son to daycare, the brakes in my car were proving unreliable. This is the car my sitters were going to use to transport my son in my absence. My car is now at the mechanics having it's own bout with sickness.
Being a single parent with a (cough) modest income has its bad days and good days. It sucks when your bad days line up in a row during the same week. There is nothing you can do but let it happen, make everyone well and bundle up.
Everything happens for a reason, right? I am going to keep focusing on that for a while.