Dear Wannabe Diary,

A few days ago, I was waxing poetic about how impossible it is to schedule a meetup with my one remaining “actual friend.” You know, the kind of friend who still checks in on you even though you’re perpetually unavailable and smell vaguely of baby wipes. Well, today was supposed to be the day we finally synced our schedules and reconnected. Spoiler: the universe had other plans.

Enter: the dreaded daycare call.

“Hi, your daughter woke up from her nap with a fever. It’s 38°C (100.4°F), and she’s super cranky.”

Cue the mom guilt, the panic, and the immediate cancellation of my long-awaited coffee date. My friend and I have now rescheduled for... I don’t know, July 2026? Fingers crossed.

Motherhood: The Ultimate Full-Time Job

When my daughter gets sick, it’s all hands on deck—well, my hands, mostly. She clings to me like Velcro, following me everywhere. Bathroom break? Not unless she’s sitting on my lap. Cooking? Only if I can hold her while sautéing onions. It’s sweet in that “aww, she loves me” way but also exhausting in that “please let me breathe” way.

Ironically, I’d just gotten caught up on my blog and social media posts this morning, patting myself on the back for finally being up-to-date. But, of course, life had other plans, and now everything’s on pause while we battle this fever.

The Fever Escalates

By bedtime, her temperature had spiked to 39°C (102.2°F), and I found myself administering a fever-reducing suppository. Fun times. Thankfully, she’s still eating and drinking well, which gives me a little peace of mind. Here’s hoping for a semi-decent night of sleep (ha!).

In the meantime, I’m reminding myself that this blog is supposed to be my creative outlet, not a source of stress. Parenting is unpredictable, and if a few posts are late, so be it. My daughter’s health comes first.

Sick Days and Sneaky Life Lessons

Let’s be real—daycare is a breeding ground for germs, and I was warned this would happen. Every veteran parent within a five-mile radius told me that first-year daycare kids are always sick. “They’ll build immunity!” they said. “It’ll get better!” they promised.

Sure, Jan.

So far, we’ve had a smorgasbord of snot, coughs, a stomach bug over Christmas (I won’t even get into that drama), and now this fever. If we get through this week without catching hand, foot, and mouth disease, I’ll consider it a win.

A Hypnosis Breakthrough

On the bright side, while my daughter napped today (read: clung to me like a baby koala), I managed to sneak in four pages of Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself by Joe Dispenza. I also tried a Marisa Peer hypnosis session from Mindvalley, focused on breaking through mental blocks.

Let me tell you, that hypnosis was wild. At one point, she said something like, “Your left arm feels heavy, like it’s holding a bucket of wet sand,” and my arm actually felt heavy. Meanwhile, my right arm was “light as a balloon,” and I couldn’t lower it no matter how hard I tried. Mind officially blown.

She took me on a journey back to childhood, identifying moments where limiting beliefs were formed—moments I hadn’t thought about in decades. By the end, I felt lighter, emotionally drained but... better. Why don’t I do this every day? Oh right, because I’m too busy juggling life, work, and parenthood.

Ending on a Realistic Note

It’s now 10 p.m., and I’m sitting here, a zombie, trying to string together coherent thoughts for this blog post. Is it my best work? Definitely not. Will it have to do? Absolutely.

If my daughter’s still feverish tomorrow, we’ll be heading to the pediatrician. Until then, it’s lots of cuddles, Disney movies, and survival mode.

Here’s to all the parents out there juggling sick days, work, and their own sanity. You’re doing amazing, sweetie.

Signing off,
Wannabe Supermom (but really just surviving one cuddle at a time)