The last few weeks have been a bit tough here as we've been getting acquainted with life in daycare. My daughter is only going to daycare for half days right now, but the germs are hitting us full time. We're averaging about one week on and one week off of daycare due to sicknesses. The first was a terrible cold (which I subsequently got) that turned into an ear infection. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure that cold ever fully went away. This week she was out with pink eye in both eyes. Of course it "conveniently" showed up over the weekend, sending us to Urgent Care early Sunday morning rather than to the Botanical Gardens as we had planned. After four days of eye drops, I'm still not sure how anyone successfully applies eye drops to a two year old's eyes!

Anyway, I've been feeling a little down on myself lately, because I have been catching myself losing my patience. Waking up once a night, I can handle. But waking up every hour all night long?! Multiple days in a row?! (I can't imagine if I were actually working right now. How do working mothers make it through this stage of building up immunity to the toddler equivalent of kennel cough without getting fired?) Sunday was particularly hard, since I had to pin her down multiple times that day to administer eye drops and also because the doctor decided that it was a good time to go ahead and give her a few immunization shots (Seriously, Doc?!). She was not happy and neither was I. I was worried that by the end of the day she was going to lose all trust in me!

Maybe she could sense that I was feeling a little upset that night, because when I went to put her down to bed, she surprised me with this. She said, "You're a really good Momma." Normally she only says that to me when I make her a really delicious snack, but that night she knew exactly what I needed. And despite the fact that I knew she was going to be home from school for the next three days recovering from pink eye and that I would likely get no work done at all, I actually went to bed excited that I would get to spend that extra time with her. She's back at daycare now, which is good for both of us. But, I was a little sad when I dropped her off this morning and realized I'd be spending the morning without my little friend.