The last few weeks have been a bit stressful and to be honest I have been going stir crazy. The husband has been working shifts and I have been unable to go out because of Moo and her pox. I have lost my patience on several occasions and have grabbed the opportunity of having 5 minutes to my self when the husband has been at home.
On top of the pox, the little boy got his hand trapped in a door this week and we had to take him to the hospital. On first glance I thought his fingers were hanging off, but by the time I got to the hospital they had swelled to double there size and started to bruise. I still thought they were broken though! luckily after an X-ray we found out they were just badly bruised and will be tender for a few days. He was strapped up and we were sent home.
I have to admit, I have taken for granted the fact that we can go out whenever we like, to the park, woods, see friends. These past few weeks have really tested me as a parent, being stuck indoors, numerous pyjama days and unable to get anywhere, with a highly strung 5 year old who has on occasions pushed me to my limit and I have wanted to scream into a pillow.
Sitting here now, I am feeling incredibly guilty, like I have failed as a mother at the fact I couldn’t cope with a measly two weeks of illness. I feel bad that I have lost my temper and shouted on occasions. I feel bad that I have locked myself in the bathroom for 5 minutes peace. I feel bad thinking that Monday will be easier because Moo will be back at school. I feel bad that I wish for their bedtime.
I just feel bad.