Exhausted ...

I am exhausted. My two-year-old daughter, Abbey, has been quite sick the last several nights. It started Monday night; she didn’t want to eat dinner, and was a little more beastly than usual. I thought she was just tired, I was wrong the poor thing was coming down with a stomach bug. Neither of us got much sleep but once the sun came up she seemed fine, she was her normal, hyper, upbeat self. She went to bed at her normal time and I was looking forward to a good night sleep in my own bed. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. At midnight she started to cry and I walked in on an appalling scene that made me cry. At that moment I missed my husband so much, he has been out of town all week. It wasn’t so much that I needed his help cleaning the horrific mess I just wanted to hear him say, what can I do?
My hat goes of to single parents, I have no idea how they take on all the surprises that life throws at them plus tackle the challenging job of being a parent. I think they are amazing. Tonight I am extra excited to see my husband when he comes home from a business trip; I am looking forward to having an extra set of hands and someone to listen to me whine.