This week has been so busy. My sister-in-law, her husband and their four children came for a visit for the week. With 8 children and 6 adults in the house, our house was chaos!! My personality loves this kind of stuff. All the kids having fun together and my sister-in-law and I are best of friends and come up with all sorts of crazy things to do together. This time we canned salsa and peach jam.
Something strange happened this visit. I couldn't handle all the noise and the mess everywhere. I got so tired of everything. I was snippy and was in bed by 8:30 if I could manage to get there. I was ready for the week to be over. I was not the wonderful aunt I like to be.
Well one afternoon we were planning on taking the kids to the public swimming pool. We had discussed taking them all week; they all love to swim. I was so tired that morning that my sister insisted I take a nap while the babies were down so I would be ready to go. I woke up in no better mood. This of course doesn't stop me; I continue to get ready. I was so tired and nauseated. But being the person that I am I forced myself to keep going. My sister asked me at least three times if I just wanted to stay home and let her and her husband take the kids to the swimming pool. Well I can't do that. This is their vacation and now they are going to babysit my three oldest--I don't think so. So as we start to leave I get really sick and throw up in the kitchen sink. My sister finally takes charge and tells me I am staying home. I start to cry that it's not fair for her to have to do that. She gives me a hug and reminds me we all need a break and a little help and to please let her do this for me.
I so often continue to live my life as if I can be pregnant and not change anything. For the most part I do believe I can just keep going. Emotionally and physically this week I was exhausted. It was nice to be reminded there are people around you who love you and want to help. It doesn't even hurt to once in a while allow them the pleasure of helping you out. I also have to remind myself it doesn't make me a bad mother or aunt, in this case, to say, "I have had enough." I took those few hours they were at the pool, picked up a little bit, cried on a friend's shoulder and took a break. Thank you, my sister, for reminding me it's okay to say, "Help!" once in a while.