Well, the good news is my throat feels so much better. The bad news? Everything else feels so much worse. I’m achy, tired, stuffy, coughy and sneezy (which is extra awesome when one is nine months pregnant and one’s bladder is the size of a pea). I want to collapse on the couch and eat popsicles.
Instead, I made Adam pancakes for breakfast so he would stop shrieking because Thomas left for work, did laundry so I wouldn’t run of pants (see nine months pregnant + constant sneezing), read books about construction equipment, moved wooden blocks around the room via a tiny dump truck and did dishes because it’s the only thing Adam will concede can be done in lieu of moving wooden blocks. I can’t remember ever feeling this bad. It’s not news that parents don’t get to take a sick day but living that reality still really really sucks.
I’m hoping tomorrow is the day that I start to sleep better, feel better and… while I want to finish this post, I hear the cat throwing up… again.
**Pity Party, stand by… and GO.**