I'm not by nature a moody person.....but I've morphed into a grump (according to my friend Gail) this week. No one likes being sick, least of all a mom who is used to taking care of everyone.
I have never been sick as often as I have been since becoming a mom.
And, Seth has never been sick as much until he went to nursery school.
Other moms warned me that this happens. Being the devoted vitamin popper that I am, I rush for the Vitamin C and Echinacea at Seth's first sniffle....both for him and me.....but my typically faithful pills failed me this time 'round. Guess the germs were just too strong.
I've had a cold for a week which has now blossomed into a scratchy throat...and I am with little voice at present. Try explaining that to a four year old who likes to make conversation, particularly at bedtime. Never mind attempting to raise your voice to get him to listen.
And, of course, I'm wiped out from not sleeping great since I can barely breathe when I lay down. Thank G-d for Afrin!
So....in addition to feeling crabby, I am feeling badly for not being there for nightly cuddle time with Seth.
It's hard to explain to a four year old that mommy just doesn't feel well. I should really try to nap when he's in school, but I've never been one for an afternoon snooze.
I hope tonight he will understand when I state with conviction yet again that mommy is under the weather. I know he feels badly.....but not badly enough to pass up our nightly game of "lobster" (you have to be there), under his blanket before putting on his favorite CD and hoping he'll drift off, so I can do the same.