{"id":2593,"date":"2010-01-13T10:10:54","date_gmt":"2010-01-13T15:10:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=2593"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:15:24","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:15:24","slug":"13365","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2010\/01\/13\/13365\/","title":{"rendered":"13\/365"},"content":{"rendered":"

I just had to look at the calendar to see what day it was.\u00a0 And I’m not talking about the number.<\/p>\n

Thank you for the comments from those of you that understand what it is like to have a husband that works a lot.<\/p>\n

This week (although it is only Wednesday- I know, I checked) has dragged me down.<\/p>\n

A sick kid, a baby, and a boy that only goes to school for 2 1\/2 hours a day.\u00a0 Let’s just say that to even get a bathroom break is a challenge.<\/p>\n

And I hate to complain.\u00a0 My husband has a job.\u00a0 I chose to be a stay-home mom.\u00a0 I chose 4 kids.<\/p>\n

But it was easier when I had a back-up that was home by dinner.\u00a0 Now it is all on me.<\/p>\n

The homework, the cooking, the running to sports and guitar lessons, the non-stop non-stop.\u00a0 Everyone needing something every minute of the day.\u00a0 Everyone wanting a piece of me.\u00a0 I even got accused yesterday of having a favorite.\u00a0 Are you kidding me?\u00a0 I don’t have time to think about who would be my favorite.<\/p>\n

I used to get really upset about the whole thing.\u00a0 Then I chilled and fell into my groove.\u00a0 But every now and then, like when I realize that I haven’t had a haircut in a year…. and the idea of getting some cool highlights in my hair is great-but to actually be able to do it- well that’s a whole different story.<\/p>\n

So I send the kids to school and Eva and I hit the gym.\u00a0 She is all settled in her stroller with her toys, parked next to me. I am ready for my hour of recharge.<\/p>\n

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My friend Karen had just arrived, Green Day was playing in my ears- all was good.\u00a0 But then the music stopped. uh oh- that means phone call.\u00a0 I look at the number- crap.\u00a0 School nurse.\u00a0 Blake.\u00a0 Fever. Work-out over.<\/p>\n

And now my pity party is over.\u00a0 Carry on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I just had to look at the calendar to see what day it was.\u00a0 And I’m not talking about the number. Thank you for the comments from those of you that understand what it is like to have a husband that works a lot. This week (although it is only Wednesday- I know, I checked) has dragged me down. A sick kid, a baby, and a boy that only goes to school for 2 1\/2 hours a day.\u00a0 Let’s just say that to even get a bathroom break is a challenge. And I hate to complain.\u00a0 My husband has a job.\u00a0 I chose to be a stay-home mom.\u00a0 I chose 4 kids. But it was easier when I had a back-up that was home by dinner.\u00a0 Now it is all on me. The homework, the cooking, the running to sports and guitar lessons, the non-stop non-stop.\u00a0 Everyone needing something every minute of the day.\u00a0 Everyone wanting a piece of me.\u00a0 I even got accused yesterday of having a favorite.\u00a0 Are you kidding me?\u00a0 I don’t have time to think about who would be my favorite. I used to get really upset about the whole thing.\u00a0 Then I chilled and fell into my groove.\u00a0 But every now and then, like when I realize that I haven’t had a haircut in a year…. and the idea of getting some cool highlights in my hair is great-but to actually be able to do it- well that’s a whole different story. So I send the kids to school and Eva and I hit the gym.\u00a0 She is all settled in her stroller with her toys, parked next to me. I am ready for my hour of recharge. My friend Karen had just arrived, Green Day was playing in my ears- all was good.\u00a0 But then the music stopped. uh oh- that means phone call.\u00a0 I look at the number- crap.\u00a0 School nurse.\u00a0 Blake.\u00a0 Fever. Work-out over. And now my pity party is over.\u00a0 Carry on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,13],"tags":[807],"class_list":["post-2593","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-3","category-life","tag-807"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2593","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2593"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2593\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21380,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2593\/revisions\/21380"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2593"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2593"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2593"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}