Okay, so being sick when you’re a mom can be a stressful experience, but I have to revise my statement of yesterday. It’s not all bad.
I got tucked in by a sweet six year old, who hunted up the softest blanket in the house and tucked me under it all of her own volition. Then she got me a big cup of water and sat on the couch petting my head.
I think I could handle this. Why is it tiny hands are so sweet?
Then Lee came home and made me tea and ordered in dinner.
So I guess I am still Mommy’d when I am sick, it’s just that the players have changed.
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Hope you feel better soon, Catt. Virtual pats & chicken soup coming your way.