Perhaps I Do Know What I'm Doing

Every mother has had one of those days (or so we like to tell ourselves) when you're not feeling well and nothing seems easy.

Yesterday, it was clear that my first trimester symptoms have kicked into full gear.  I was fatigued, nauseous, cranky and perpetually hungry.  Our air conditioner broke and the temperatures hit 96 degrees so every hot flash I had was multiplied by a hundred.  I was worried that our children were going to get over-heated so I kept them dangling in front of the tiny window unit meant to cool 150 square feet, but tasked with cooling 1,800.  We set out to buy a new unit which included skipping nap time for both of the children. 
Cranky and screaming we went from store to store until we found a good deal on a great unit.

As the day progressed, my daughter showed signs of constipation.  As a lover of bananas, it was bound to happen (no pun intended).  The evening was spent massaging her stomach, feeding her prunes and apple sauce, and calming her tears.  In the end, she prevailed and turned into giggles and smiles.

My son, after two over-stimulating nap-free days of staycation fun was clearly looking at an earlier bedtime.  And Mommy was more than willing to see that through.

But, at the end of the day, I enter each of their bedrooms and gaze down upon their peaceful sleeping faces.  They are fed, comfortable, resting and content.  I think back on the trials of the day and for a brief moment I recognize that maybe, just maybe, I do know what I am doing after all.  At least, I know right now.  Let's see what tomorrow brings.