Two days ago my back went out. Then, as I sat at home recuperating for the past two days, I somehow caught a cold. The virus must have sensed I was weak. I feel light headed despite being medicated. I am back to work, but my back still hurts. The worst part of all of this? I can’t pick up my own kids.
Munchie is more understanding since she is older and can sense something is up. Also, she completely prefers my husband so if we are both in the same room she wants little to do with me. Right now I am thankful for this. Disappointing two kids is harder to take than just one. Which brings me to Ducky. Poor fellow has been squawking his little head off to be carried by mommy. Mommy can barely hold him, much less pick him up or walk with him. Consequently he has not slept at night since my accident. Which leads to more exhaustion, and slower healing.
On top of everything my husband is also sick. Damn opportunistic virus. So he is running around being super dad right now, but looks absolutely miserable while doing it. I am trying to help as much as possible, but I am currently about as helpful as a beached whale during a hurricane. Just think about that for a minute.
One day we will be laughing at this. Today is not that day. Maybe tomorrow.
