Friends and Sleepovers

Once upon a time sleepovers were awesome. Remember being a kid and getting to go to a friends for a sleepover? We played hide and seek. If it was summer we played kick the can or something similar. The mom's never got involved unless it was to bring snacks or to check and make sure we were still there. So yesterday was a day for my kids. There has been a lot of firsts this Christmas break. I was unable to make a snowman with my kids the last two years. I was either too weak or tired or sick. This year I was determined to do it, regardless of how I felt. Done! It's made and in the front yard. People you do not know how excited I was the day we got the blizzard and all that wet packy snow! I was more excited than any of my kids. It was me that said let's go build a snowman. Making GOOD memories with my kids. That's what I always want to do.

Another thing lacking in our house...kids coming over to play with my kids. Before I got sick, I would have kids over. Not everyday, but my kids at least felt they could have friends over. Not so in the last two years. How do you host more kids when you can't even get out of bed to be there for your own kids? One of the biggest changes with my sickness was the ability to do things on my own. I was at the mercy of the cleaning ladies (my mom, sister, aunt and adopted aunt). Sure my husband helped out. The animals had clean litter to go potty in and the house was picked up, but not clean.  Getting off subject, sorry.

Yesterday the youngest had a friend over for a couple of hours during the day. It was nice. I didn't get a nap because he was here during nap time and nope I won't sleep while kids are here. In fact I am a little anal and sent my hubby to our bedroom so I could helicopter from the kitchen without trying to hear over the living room television. This way I could resolve any issues if they arose. They did not, which was great! My middle one, the girl had two friends sleep over last night. Going into this I knew I was going to be tired. But I knew I could nap on Saturday. It would be all good.

Everything with the girls went well. I enjoyed having them here. They laughed and had a good time. I did a lot less helicoptering for them. They get along really well. This time though I was different. I was tired, not just tired but exhausted. So this morning when it was time to make breakfast (because of course I said I would make a spread last night) I was kicking myself. Not because I didn't want to but because I shouldn't have. I did it anyway. We had waffles, pancakes, bacon, sausage and eggs. All homemade batters. I am not a martyr, I just ran out of Bisquick. 

So now I sit here and my body aches and I am tired. I will recover in a couple of days. Yes, I said a couple of days. This is one of the changes since treatment that I HATE! When I get tired, I need to rest. If I don't, I become exhausted. If I become exhausted and push I get sick. I am not sick, but I am exhausted. So for the next couple of days I will rest and not push myself to escape the sickness. On the plus bright side, my daughter finally got a sleep over. So excited I accomplished things I have not been able to do for a few years. Baby steps and tiredness after, but so worth it!

Till Soon, me and my scar are going back to bed again.