These are the days....

...when I wonder how in the world I will do it with two children. Yesterday I spent the majority of the day hanging my head (and other extremities) over the toilet with the stomach flu. Have I mentioned that this is the third year in a row that I've had the stomach virus at least twice each year? I mean, seriously, do I have the immune system of a guppy?
I can't tell you how unbelievably thankful I am that every time this has happened I have had an amazing friend in my life who has swooped in on angel's wings and taken G for as long as I've needed to recover. So there I am in bed, sweating, shaking and miserable and all I can think about is how I will do this with two children. G's easy now, right? Throw in a DVD or he plays quietly with Star Wars lego guys. What did I do when I had a toddler and this happened? For whatever reason toddler hood feels like eons ago now that we are in self sufficient land. Needless to say I panicked a bit in my dehydrated delirium. These are the things I worry about. Not about Prim attaching (it will happen eventually), not about if she's picky or a prima donna, but if I have enough energy, enough patience to go around. I think, truly, that motherhood is synonymous with vulnerability (and guilt).