I’ve been sick for several days, which usually doesn’t get me down, but I’ve been coughing for three days and I’m getting tired of it. Falling asleep has been brutal, and two nights ago I was almost in tears I was so frustrated. Last night when I went to bed my throat didn’t hurt any more, but after some seemingly endless coughing, the sore throat returned.
Then there’s Amy. First an eye infection, then a possible ear infection, then puking in the middle of the night. Combine that with two doctor visits, two different antibiotics and two missed days of daycare, and you’ve just got added stress and worry.
And this morning when I dropped the kids off at daycare I found out that there is no care for Amy for two days in July because of a conference that the caregivers are attending. Apparently a form was sent out in the spring about it, but I’m guessing it was sent out before we started, because I never saw it.
I’ve got two upcoming events that I should be happily anticipating — friends who I’ve been dearly missing coming to stay with us and my 20-year high school reunion this weekend, but I’ve been feeling so gross that I’ve been dreading both events. (Jen, I assume you are reading this, and not to worry…I should be feeling full of glee by the time I see you guys.)
I’m drinking a chai, and there may be some retail therapy in the future.