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I have been pretty down lately. Winter has been cold and dark and has brought with it illness and lethargy. Stress levels have been high and children attention-seeking. It feels like 'everyone wants a piece of me' and there are few pieces left to give.
We have spent a lot of time quarantined due to sickness. We have had few nights of uninterrupted sleep.
I have felt the weight of responsibility heavily on my shoulders for much of the time.
On Saturday afternoon. Doo Dah was merrily jumping on our bed. His father was calling out to him to stop it when he heard an almighty thump. He raced into our bedroom to discover Doo Dah crumpled at the edge of the bed, head smashed through the glass window pane. Shards of glass surrounding him.
He reacted with a frightened bellow as he dragged Doo Dah away from the piles of glass. To his surprise, the Geege discovered that Doo Dah was practically unscathed. A tiny graze next to a large bump on the head. A couple of superficial cuts to his back. No bleeding. No catastrophe. Just shaken up a little.
I returned from an outing with Nugget as the Geege was cleaning up the glass in the bedroom. There was a sombre tone to the house as I walked in. Doo Dah was unusually quiet. The Geege was visibly shocked as he explained the story and patched up the large hole in our bedroom. "It could have ended so badly" he kept saying. The Minx and Dew Drop kept repeating that no-one can jump on the bed again.
A near miss.
I was so relieved. Doo Dah put his head through a glass window and did not end up in hospital!
But then I felt the wallow kick in. This was just another thing. One more thing to fix. Another thing to organise. Another ball to juggle in an already overburdened system.
But over the last couple of days I have come to realise that I should be thanking my lucky stars. Get over yourself MultipleMum. This is a sign that things are on the up.
I won't go so far as to thank Doo Dah for this revelation but I will turn my back on the miserable thoughts that have been getting the better of me the last couple of months. If Doo Dah can survive this with a smile on his dial, the least I can do is rummage up a bit of positive thinking. Right?
Can you believe how lucky we are?