Juggling two difficult jobs and three young children, Amy and I get by but just barely. We are thankful for great help, including free child care at every Y in the ar
ea which we use to great effect on the weekends. (You'll watch my toddler for 2 hours while I exercise my brains out? Sign me up!) At almost 18 months old, Asher is past the baby phase of his life, in which sleep (his and ours) was a catch-as-catch-can sort of thing. So it helps considerably that he's sleeping well, which means that he's happy and that we have time for sleep and work and chores and errands (although not much left for fun).
Ah, but that carefully crafted schedule sits on a razor's edge. And so late last week when Asher caught a slight upper respiratory infection, our week was thrown into chaos. He didn't sleep well, we didn't sleep well, and (even worse for me, who likes to be able to plan ahead) we had to hold just about every item on our schedules loosely. Swim lesson? In-laws coming over? Hit the Y to get a workout in? All depends on whether Asher has a fever, is still coughing, and sleeps well.
The purpose of this post is not to announce, "woe is me." In fact, it's the opposite. One little illness derailed us considerably. Most people have far bigger woes and far more variables to deal with. We need to work on our resiliency. And perhaps winnow down our lives too.