Yes, yes - I can feel your look of disappointment through my monitor, and I deserve it - but let me explain.
We're working the Triple S look here today - as well as the Royal "We", apparently - thanks to poor Master P's recurrent Mystery Sniffles, which has necessitated our canceling a number of fun classes and playdates we had lined up for this week. The frustrating thing is watching the wee CEO suffer on and off for months without a firm diagnosis or his being able to communicate what's bothering him; I won't bore you with the details (too late), but after seeing various specialists and a surgery this summer, he's happy and improved but still sick often enough to cause concern.
Much as I welcome the occasional day to loaf around our manse, I selfishly struggle on some days like today when I have to cancel plans and truly fulfill the "stay-at-home" bit of the "stay-at-home-mom" job description. Though I love this job, I confess there are parts of it I'm not as suited for. This Type A Minus thrives more during those "stay near our home while we run around doing fun activities with friends" times.
Of course, part of parenting is realizing that it isn't all about me anymore. If home is where it's best for Master P to be - and for us to avoid the dread but understandable Side-Eye of Mom Judgment for taking an apparently sick child in public - then that's where we'll stay for today, Secret Sweatpants of Shame & all.
|The only time I can get Master P to stand still for a photo now, sniffly or otherwise, is when he's standing where he isn't allowed.|