I’m not gonna lie, last month was a bit shit all in all.
Max has had issues with his chronic constipation, we’ve had snow, and I’ve had the flu and a chest infection. Oh! And yesterday I had a call from the school about Max having a temperature… it looks like he’s got the flu now too, which lead to an all-nighter by him last night. He’s also not managed a full week at school since they started back. *sigh*
So basically I’m glad it’s over. If January was a trial month, I’d not be subscribing to the rest of the damn year that’s for sure! I don’t think that’s how it goes though, right? I’m pinning my hopes on February being a better month. I mean, it can only go up from here, yes? YES!
There were some good bits to January though. Like I got much better results in uni than I expected with 84%… damn right I’m gonna brag about that! *flicks hair*
Zack’s report card came home and he’s basically killing it at high school across the board.
My parents and friends have been awesome at being supportive when I had a fair wobble about life after a week of fevers, chills and dizzy spells (bloody hate the flu!).
And I kept us all alive! I mean, we’re all breathing and everything! *ticks that off the list*
It was a hell of a few weeks though. This is when it’s hard being a single parent – when your kids are ill at the same time you are. There’s no one else to tag team with, or to make you a cuppa, or even just to sort of sit down together and tremble over the Day we’ve had once the kids are asleep. It’s all on me, and sometimes that’s overwhelming and quite frankly a bit on the depressing side.
But you keep going. You put one foot in front of the other.
You plaster a smile on your face for your kids and you put their favourite cartoons on, then you hide in the bathroom and have a big old ugly cry.
You order in more than you should, but your kids are fed and think you’re basically the best parent ever while you lie there wondering how you’re going to get upstairs to do the bedtime routine.
You do your absolute best to not be jealous of your friends who all have partners or big extended families to help out, and realise that actually, you’re a fucking amazing, bad ass, strong willed woman… handling all the shit you do by yourself.
And then you start to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and hold your head high again. Cause that’s just the way it goes.