The last two weeks have been tiring.

We went to an easter festival at the animal park where my parents live. My son slipped off a bench and hit his head on a curb, blood everywhere, I went a little overboard with hysterics. Luckily my husband was there and told me to take a deep breath and to step away haha. It helped, it calmed me down. It was a 'normal' bloody wound that needed to be glued together, which my almost 2 year old son clearly did NOT like. Poor little guy was screaming his heart out while we had to hold him down. Traumatised all of us.

We then had his normal 2 year old check up and as soon as he realised we were at a doctors office he wanted out immediately. It was a bit of a struggle. The very next day I found a tick on his head, had to go back to the doctors office yet again (!) to get it removed and tested for lyme disease. It was positive. The doc seemed pretty relaxed about it and said to watch the bite and see if there is a red halo around it, maybe check for blood in 6 weeks time to see if he is infected. We are still waiting on that.

A couple days earlier my husband left for a job and I was home alone with both kids. My daughter doesn't like any big changes in routine and finds it challenging to be vocal about it, so instead its a lot of pushing, hitting, screaming, hysterical laughing sort of situation. My son missed his dad a lot a lot a lot. After a week of bedtime mayhem my mom came to the rescue. Hallelujah!

Asking for help BEFORE shit hits the fan is my moral of the story. I often wait just a little too long, saying 'I got this, I got this'. But really, no need to push if there are people that can help, right?

By now my husband is back, kids are more settled and I am in d e s p e r a t e need of some R&R. Weekend- HERE I COME.