It started with the boy - congestion, coughing, fever, sleepless nights. In my attempt to be Amazing Nurturing Mom, I made myself susceptible to his illness. I cuddled him, hugged him, kissed him, wiped his runny nose until he felt better. And I felt like a hero until I became congested, started coughing, and couldn't sleep. Now I'm just cranky and trying to explain to a much-better son that Mommy is now sick and could really use some time to just rest and feel better too.
Thankfully dearest spouse is still well (probably due to sleeping on the couch for the past two nights and refusing to get within a 5 ft. radius of either son or me) and is able to divert the boy long enough to give me spare moments of peace and healing time. And how do I spend these moments? Blogging, of course. I figure it's a low-energy activity and keeps my mind sharp while my body recovers.
And the boy won't be distracted for long. He's a Mommy's Boy if ever there was one, and he'll find me. Oh, he'll find me. And I'll ask him for cuddles and hugs and kisses to help make me better too. Because that's what families do.
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