So I’m sitting in my office today wondering about when you go to the doctor with a cold thingymajig.
And do I have a cold or is it flu.
And knowing that, if I go to the doctor, I’m going to leave with a script for AB’s.
And you probably know by now how much I loathe AB’s.
Maybe it will just go away.
Which it probably would if I could spend the next 24 hours in bed.
Which I can’t.
And yet, here I am.
I mean, I’m not ready to fall down or anything.
But a nap right now would be friggin AWESOME.
Why is it that us Moms don’t allow ourselves to feel sick? For me it’s the guilt of seeing Etienne run around by himself trying to juggle children, entertaining children, feeding children, reading to children, dressing children. We are a team, I would be letting the side down. Moms can’t ever be seen to be letting the side down, can we?
Have I mentioned I would really like a nap roundabout now?
I think I shall go and have a little lie-down.
Over. And. Out.
PS: I take no resposibility for any spelling errors.