It was a tiring day yesterday. Infant is down with chicken pox. Though toddler was cleared by the doctor, I decided to have her at home and not send her to day care for a week. So for the past 4 days it has been crazy, I haven’t even peeped out of the window to see how the world looks. Yesterday was extra stressful. Scrubbing the house, 7 loads of laundry, cooking, infant is throwing up water/snack/food/anything/everything, fought with hubby(what’s new?!!), was carrying around infant like a mama kangaroo, dealing with toddler’s jealousy(“I want Amma carry. Amma carry baby, amma carry me”). I was looking forward to sitting down and putting my feet up for a minute, just a minute. At last infant had gone to sleep and I had convinced toddler to go out with her father. After lots of fuss toddler agreed, (she was still skeptical that I am sending her out of the house so that I was going to do some special bonding with the infant), so this was my window, my few minutes of peace and quite…yippe yippee yeah yeah. Toddler wore her shoes, before I realized ran in to the room where infant was sleeping and yelled, “Bye, I will see ya later. Have fun”, woke up the baby and stormed out of the house. Baby started screaming, extra special screaming because she was woken up abruptly. Now God, should I laugh at your sense of humor or start crying. What the heck, I did both. Did I tell you?, it was a tiring day yesterday. Infant is down with chicken pox. Though toddler was cleared by the doctor……….. 🙁