But being worn out hardly describes how I feel. In fact, I am exhausted. How does an 8 month old with a cold cause such exhaustion? Well, he decides to practice sharing. And by sharing, I mean he gave me his cold. I now also have the cottage cheese sneeze. It is the reason I have not posted since Monday.
On Monday night, my nose and throat were a mess. I ended up sleeping (I use that term loosely here) on the couch because it was the only place I could find relief from my burning throat and waterfall of a nose. Thus, when my son woke up at 6:30 on Tuesday, I was not pleased. Although he was plenty happy all day, I could barely summon the strength to lift him or move him. He ended up spending much of the day playing by himself on the floor while I moaned and acted as if I was dying on the couch. I felt awful for my son, but as my wife likes to preach, so long as we're both alive when she arrives home, we should consider the day a success. Plus, it sure is nice not to have to go to an office when you feel like that.
Thankfully, my wife had a short day at work and was home around 4. I immediately handed her our son and dove for the bed. Three hours later, I felt much more like myself.
Wednesday was a similar day. My wife had a half day, and I was able to relax a lot more.
We spent today with my mom and my sister, and that made for a speedy day. Tomorrow a friend is coming over for lunch, and that should help as well. It is really nice having so much time to spend with family and friends now.
All-in-all, a few lousy days in there, but I'm feeling better and glad to be back. My son and I both survived, so we consider them successful days. And the lesson learned: Not all things are meant to be shared.
I had a good laugh at the "while I moaned and acted as if I was dying on the couch" part. That's one of the roughest parts about being a parent, specifically a stay-at-home parent: there are no sick days. Just wait until the stomach flu makes the rounds! :-)
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