I just want to curl up into a ball. And sleep. For 12 hours. With a pillow.. and blankets.. maybe even in the dark. And wallow in my sickness. Because that's what my husband gets to do when he's sick. But for me? It's just a pipe dream. Because I'm the mommy.
Although I'll admit (and knock on wood really, really hard) that Lily has been fairly good today. We only had one incident.. and it wasn't even a major one. But she was totally trying to push it in the direction of it being one.
She's watched tv, used on her iPad (mostly Mr. Bean and Simon's Cat), and played nicely (nicely!) while I sat on the couch. And sat on the couch. I almost took her outside for a little while.. but then I just thought.. God, I really don't want to do that. Thinking about having to get dressed and wear outside clothes and walk down stairs and be outside? It was a little too overwhelming. So I didn't even bring it up to her. And she hasn't seemed to notice.
The only appealing thing about being outside was that maybe it wouldn't be as horribly hot as it is inside. It's 40 degrees out. And the heat is on- which is not making me feel better. I've had the windows cracked open in the living room all day and even had to turn the ceiling fan off and on throughout the day.
I'm currently spacing out to Angelina Ballerina on Sprout (can I just say how disappointed I am that they brought Barney on board- thankfully Lily's shown no interest what so ever during commercials) while Lily half-watches and plays with animals.. and I pretend to forget their names so she can correct me.
Sigh. Can't someone just come home and feed me? And bring me orange juice? So I don't have to stand up? Or go into the kitchen and try to make complete thoughts about food preparation? And then I can lay down. With a pillow. And a blanket. Maybe even in the dark. And sleep for 12 hours. And not have to worry about being the mommy.. just worry about feeling better. That'd be awesome.
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