The Happy Homemaker

Though I felt deadly ill, I promised my daughter that I would make cupcakes for her class, and made them I did. Victoria helped me and it was a lot of fun being with her. I felt ok in the beginning, but after an hour I had trouble holding myself up. I so exhausted myself that at night I almost passed out. I caught myself before I fell and was able to get the blood back into my head.

I had trouble going to sleep because I had trouble breathing. When I would doze off, my head would spin and I would have weird nightmares.

This morning I took Victoria to school to bring the cupcakes. Then I got home, fed the kids breakfast, then crashed into bed. Luckily Aron slept too and Jon Jon played computer games.

I was able to make the birthday cupcakes for my daughter, but instead of feeling smothered, or feeling like jumping out of a window, I felt good that I was able to have the strength to do something for someone I love. That is the reality of motherhood. In Hollywood, I would be a “victim” ready to run away to live my feminist fantasies.

I didn’t cough or touch the batter or cupcakes, and I no longer have a fever, so I don’t think I passed my illness to the kids.