Like a diligent soldier fighting a war on germs, I took care of my boys while they were sick for the better part of an entire month. I endured tears, screaming, late nights, countless amounts of store runs for medications, soups, and crackers. Everything and anything that would make them feel more comfortable while they were down in the dumps.
Guess who is sick now?
Why, me, of course. I can’t breathe, my throat hurts, and I feel like someone came and zapped all of my energy with a magic wand. Chris is running some errands and Jp is jumping on my face and demanding things like I am his private chef. I can barely even type this as he is rolling across me and attempting to commandeer my IPhone right now as he speak.
I want my Momma!
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.