reality bites

I kind of like the title to my post, even though it's super negative.  I knew I wanted the word "reality" in the title, and "bites" just came rolling off the tongue.  The goal isn't to be negative, but I'm not so sure I won't be...

There's nothing like ringing in the new year with all FOUR of us being sick with a terrible cold.  Yes, even baby Sam.  We are all sick- coughing, congestion, sore throats, and runny noses (and the children are quite fussy as a result).  To be quite honest, it sucks.  Fortunately for Sam (and us), he hasn't had a fever, but the rest of us have.

Like, honestly, the transition to having two children instead of just one isn't difficult enough... we also must ALL feel like crap during this major transition.  I'm not bitter or negative or anything.

Ask me if there is anything sadder than listening to a newborn cough.  I'm sure there is, since otherwise, he is healthy, but it's so sad to hear that little man cough.  His eyes are all red and sickly looking too. :(  Ugh.

Henry was the first to come down with the cold about a week ago, and we tried SO hard not to get his germs and not to let him touch or go near to Sam.  Oh well.  We failed.  That's life.  Now we're all hacking, sneezing, etc.  GERMS EVERYWHERE! It's unavoidable.

I think the hardest part about this is that we have to go on being parents.  Unlike any other job where you can just stay home and take care of yourself until you get better... we still have to wake up in the middle of the night to feed one baby, and wake up (or rather, get woken up) before 7 AM by the other one.  If we stopped doing our jobs, then our kids wouldn't eat, bathe, get their diapers changed, or sleep... which would actually be more of a punishment for us.  So there ya go.

On the bright side, maybe when we all feel better, having two children will seem like less of a challenge.  Cause literally right now when the day is getting started I think to myself, "How in the world am I going to do this today?"  And somehow I survive.  I'd like to say that I'm thriving and that this is all bliss... but that would be a lie.  So that's it, I survive.

Anyway, I'm sure you've heard quite enough complaining! Must get back to life... back to reality...  plus my newborn is crying quite loud.  He at least gave me 30 minutes, which I appreciate.  Thank you, Sam.