I went to bed last night feeling like complete and utter poo, tossed and turned all night with a maximum of 3.5 hours sleep. My head is pounding, my nose is running, my body aches and I have a slight fever. I know, I know, it's just a cold but still. I'm completely wiped. So why do I feel guilty?
The only thing Carson and I have done today is go to the park for about 30 minutes this morning and then sat on the porch another 20 minutes this afternoon. The rest of the time I am just sitting down, barely awake and he's crawling on me like a jungle gym. I'm barely interacting.
I need Jeff to get home and I need to go to bed. Hopefully for a few days.