Sick day

One of the docs from my last job told me it would be week 6 that sucks the worst after moving.  But slowly by 6 months things will be more established, routine, and settled.  So I just need to hang on for 5 more months.  He ended his explanation with "trust me, I'm a psychiatrist."

He was right.

I called my mom yesterday, crying.  I said a lot, she said nothing.  It was just what I needed. 

3,200 miles separate us, but she is still there for me, like she has always been.

It was a huge changing week last week - Paul and I started working full time, Ryk started preschool, Jovie and Kiplin were home with the nanny.  So many emotions, but the one that was most obvious, guilt - for being at work every.single.day, for missing Ryk's first (and second and third) day of preschool, for leaving my kids when they are crying. I know it is a transition, and it will get easier.

It is hard, not impossible.

So if week 6 is the hardest, we are getting through it together, and by month 6 we will be golden.
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Ryk brought home some amazing prized masterpieces he completed at preschool - they are proudly displayed on the fridge.

He also brought home our first cold of the season.

And now, all 3 of the kids are sick.  I am thankful to get the sickness all over with at once, and not have sickness lingering on forever.  But it is a moment like this that makes me so very aware that I have 2 hands and 0 extended family to come help, and with 3 sick kids who want held, and a husband that still has to work...

So today, I am thankful for relationships that span across a cell phone.  A simple text message just asking how things are going or just saying I love you...priceless.

I started off this week calling in sick, to a job I am just starting my 2nd week at, which doesn't make me look good.  At all.

But they are the priority.

and no one, absolutely no on can make me feel guilty for having my priorities straight.  I'm a mom first, always.  I learned from the best.

Today I am attempting to keep up with 3 runny noses, and try to minimize the nagging coughing

So we are having a calm day here, which is not easy with my 3 rowdy kids.

So far we have:

• put together three 100 piece puzzles, by we I mean Ryk.  He did all the work while I wiped noses, rocked crying babies, and gave some sideline shout outs of "you are the puzzle master" to Ryk so he would feel like I was participating.   
• rolled 62 play-doh balls.  Ryk's request.  We only put away 58, which means Ryk needs to practice his counting, or else there are a few ones hanging around from when Kiplin started throwing them.  Some things are just not worth worrying about, dried up play-doh balls, or play-doh smooshed into the carpet is not on my worry list today.  
• Stacked snack time crackers

• Read books in bed - though that lasted about two seconds before Kiplin escaped

• played the piano - yes he is using his toes.

•  snuggling up in bed with a DVD player

• Did some spinning in the computer chair

yes he gave me the hand, and thus the reason for my limited pictures of Ryk

• Built cars, which started out as a calm activity until they had to crash them so that they could be put together again.

 and there are noses to wipe...