Kids go to daycare and get sick.
And then get sent home, bring home the aforementioned sickness and get me sick. And forget that breastfeeding was down to once a day and now want it three or four times a day. Whether or not I’m actually at home.
Fortunately, the Magpie seems to be on the mend. I, however, am a mouth breathing, snuffling, glassy eyed, cotton brained virus incubator who is using various alternating combinations of coffee, chocolate, mint tea and wasabi in an attempt to plough through this and breathe at the same time. Since the breastfeeding thing negates anything more serious than a single Tylenol or Advil.
I’ll be sure and let you know how that goes.
In the mean time I’m going to bed. In an effort to not get paid out my piddly remaining vacation hours, I have taken tomorrow morning off. Things are scheduled, but at least I don’t have to rush off to work. Now, if only I can get some sleep…