DoozieLife

It’s funny really.  Moms are tough.  I mean, think about it… We go through ten months of gestation, experiencing leg cramps, sleepless nights, incessant peeing, hemorrhoids, varicose veins, barfing, heartburn, constipation, searing pain in our sides from our uterus expanding, an awkward sense of balance and countless other untold physical discomforts just to squeeze something the size of a large grapefruit out of a hole the size of a nickel (or in my case, an incision about the length of a dollar bill).  We handle all this with a minimum of bitching and whining… it’s all worth it for the end result, the golden ticket, the warm, soft, cuddly bundle of love.

And then, you get a cold.  You know the one… Your sinuses are so full of pressure that it feels as if your eyeballs are going to be pushed right out of your sockets, yet your nose is running so fast you have to sleep with a tissue on the pillow under your nose to catch the constant drip.  During the day, it takes every ounce of energy you can summon to get any work accomplished, let alone keep up a stream of interactive and enthusiastic parenting with the aforementioned bundle of love.  This is especially true when the bundle of love is 17 months old and is a non-stop bundle of toddler energy!  This week, I am getting a real reminder of what it’s like to do this sick thing as a single mom.  See, Troll Babys dad and I are no longer in a relationship, just platonic co-habitation until he gets a place, and co-parenting for life.  Yesterday, he was out of town, so Troll Baby and I were on our own.  It’s difficult to feel like you are really doing a good job parenting when you can barely drag your ass off the couch.  Luckily, Troll Baby is a good sport, and finds it to be a lot of fun using me as her helpless victim.