Life Lately: A little Strep, A little Blood, A little Head Injury.

*disclaimer* It's ok to laugh at my bad week. I am laughing now. Everyone survived, and there was minimal blood. 

Ughhhhh, so cute baby O, but you have something on your face! :) 

A long, long time ago, before I was born, an evil spell was cast upon me. Well, actually two, if you want to get specific. The first one: Kayla must always become the most ill on national holidays. The second one: Kayla must have a series of one bad thing after another happen, and they must all happen at least within the same week.

This “sickness spell” started when I woke up on the fourth of July. Typical. It was my birthday celebration and Fourth of July all in one day. Pretty usual for me to get sick on an event with TWO holidays in it!

A Few days later I woke up super early, after a few hours of sleep, feeling incredibly awful, no voice, no energy and went to work. I came home and Ollie was in full force. He was in a mood and yelled at me for everything. For putting him down, for holding him, for giving him a toy, for giving him food. Guys, I am not winning any mom of the year award for how this day went…..

While he took on the form of a demented child, I tried to make a batch of elderberry syrup since I was out, and I made a smoothie that Ollie and I could share.  I sat down on the floor with my sweet sweet (SWEET???) baby to share a smoothie I made. You know what he did with it ya’ll?? He threw it at me. Multiple times. He loved when I gave him a bite but would get so upset when he swallowed it and I couldn’t give it to him quick enough he threw fit after fit. Throwing green smoothie everywhere. Covering himself. Covering the floor. Covering me. Covering the dogs. Aye!

^^^ Post smoothie. Pretty sure he was cursing me in his baby language for not being a super fast smoothie feeding machine. 

As I am trying to clean up the green goo disaster that is everywhere, I see the coffee cup cabinet open. (On its own, I might add. CURSE, I SAY! IT’S A CURSE) A coffee cup comes flying out of the cabinet, falling onto our beloved Chemex. Shattering the Chemex into one million pieces, leaving shattered glass everywhere….. I just stared at it, broken hearted because I love that dang  yummy coffee making device. It makes coffee as God intended it to be. Yet, it lay shattered in pieces. Like, P.I.E.C.E.S! Not just a few, like destroyed by the possessed coffee cup that lay completely intact. Oh, and you know the tiny little fractional pieces of glass that give you those little itty bitty tiny cuts that hurt like h***? Oh, those were on my CHILD who was lying in the middle of the mess. AWFUL. I are, AWFUL! He had a few tiny cuts on his poor baby legs, from such a freak accident! WAAAAAAAA. :( 

and when I say freak accident I mean FREAK accident. I am a doomsdayer. I always think of one million awful scenarios that could leave my child injured. I am always brainstorming to make sure I have thought of everything to have a safe play environment for O....but I NEVER thought of this scenario, ever! Mommy fail. 

This must be the end of the downward spiral, right??? I mean, I am sick, I have a teething fussy baby who just got injured in a freak accident, my favorite coffee maker randomly shattered into a million pieces . That’s enough, right?!??!

Wrong.

I continued to get more sick until I self diagnosed myself with strep. I have had it before and had all the symptoms; my throat was covered in the typical white that comes along with strep. Needless to say, I was feeling like death. I decided to treat it naturally at home, allow my body to heal itself rather then opt for the antibiotics . (I’ll go into more of this later) Anyways, I worked and worked on a natural tonic to help me get better, and guess what?? It was WORKING! I was feeling better.

Then I gave Ollie lunch. I bent down and who knows what happened. Not sure, but I hit my head on the corner of the table, or the chair, or something. But I hit it HARD. SO FREAKING HARD YA’LL! Blood, a goose egg, the whole thing and suddenly felt terrible again! My head started pounding. I felt sick. UGHHHH, when will it end????!?

Then my husband returned home from work and tried help. He started cleaning up while I lay down………….. and THREW AWAY my precious tonic that had been marinating all day. Gone. It was Gone. All. Gone. 

The End.

I wanted to scream but had no voice. Oh, the irony.

Here’s to hoping the chain of events is over, that my head wound heals it self because it kept me up all night, and that the curse will be broken soon. :)

But you know what guys?! Don’t we all have rough weeks like this? Don’t we all have days/weeks that it seems like the world is against us? We all do. Sometimes it feels like we may be individual “cursed” but isn’t it just part of life? YES! And guess what? The last few days I have been so blessed. Ollie has been so sweet and loving and not devilish anymore. I have been feeling better.We get a little family time before Kot leaves for awhile for work. We are still SO blessed amongst the bad days. 

 Some days are hard. Some weeks are hard. But joy DOES come in the morning. (eventually) :)

<3 

 

He loves helping with dishes now! :) Oh, and mopping as you can see in the background. They are his favorite chores.