The peak of my weekend

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This past week has been one of the hardest I’ve had in a long time.

When my son Xander first came down with Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease, I thought I would just continue to be his mom nurse, his support, I wasn’t expecting to get sick too. And definitely not like this.

I was in real pain. My hands and feet were covered in blisters. It felt like I was walking on pins and needles every time I took a step. I couldn’t walk my dog. I could barely walk at all. My hands hurt to the point where holding a cup made me want to cry.

And the worst part? I still had to keep being Mom.

Xander was still recovering himself. He still needed his meals, his cuddles, his diaper changes, his sleep routine. He didn’t understand why mama was so frustrated and kept crying. He didn’t know I was running on fumes, trying not to scream from the pain and frustration while trying to put him to sleep.

That’s the reality no one talks about. When you’re a single parent, you're in survival mode. Thinking about all the ways you can help yourself feel better while still being there for your kid. 

It felt like I was in a battle with my body. Contagious, aching all over, breaking out in itchy rashes and raw blisters — while still trying to hold it together enough to care for my baby. 

I felt helpless. Angry. Exhausted. And guilty over the whole situation.

I didn’t have the energy to do the fun things. The house got messy. Meals were late. My patience was thin. And I hated that I couldn’t show up for Xander the way I usually do. 

But then, this weekend, I started to feel better finally. That was the peak of my weekend. 

The blisters started drying up. The pain eased — not completely, but enough to start to get back to normalcy. I could walk without wincing. I had enough strength to clean up a little, play with Xander without flinching, and slowly walk my dog. Very slowly lol. That small relief? It felt like a miracle.

And it reminded me that even when we feel like we’re at our limit — we are still showing up. Still giving. Still loving. Even through sickness and pain.

Pain level was a 6 out of 10 by Saturday, but I still took Xander to the farm. And although it was very short lived, I was glad to see the smile on his face, and honestly felt accomplished for getting him out the house. Being out for 20 minutes felt like an accomplishment at this point.  




Being a mom doesn’t pause when your body shuts down. And being a single mom means carrying everything, even when you have nothing left to give.

But somehow, we do it.
We make it through the night.
We wipe tears, even while crying ourselves.
We push through fevers and pain and exhaustion — because someone little is counting on us.

This week humbled me. It cracked me open. And it reminded me that I am stronger than I thought — even when I don’t want to be. Even when I shouldn’t have to be.

This week reminded me that germs are EVERYWHERE, and we really need to take the necessary precautions when cleaning to disinfect. We don't have control over these situations, but at least we can do something to help prevent the spread.

To any mom reading this who’s in her own survival season: I see you. I’m with you. And I promise, even in your weakest moments, you are doing an amazing job.

We don’t have to be perfect. We just have to keep going.





Here's to beauty in all the chaos,

Anjelize 

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Mamas, what was the peak of your weekend? 💕

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  1. Anonymous21 July 2025 at 10:43

    Going through this currently and let me tell you ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO YOU for getting through it on your own as a single mama! We have a two parent house hold with three kids & let me tell you we are all struggling! No sleep, low energy and immense pain! You are a great mama! We are real life superhero’s! Keep pushing, keep showing up! Xander appreciates it all! ❣️

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    1. The life of Curls n' Chaos 21 July 2025 at 12:13

      Wow! Thank you so much for your comment
      🥹❤️ It means the world to feel seen — especially from another mama in the thick of it too. Three kids, no sleep, and still pushing through? You’re a superhero mama for sure! 🙌 We may be exhausted, but we’re still showing up — and that’s powerful. Sending you and your family all the healing vibes and strength! We’ve got this 💪🏽💕

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