I'm just now recovering from my third illness in the past 3-4 months. (Can I get a hallelujah for antibiotics???)
But still. What the what? With the sickness. 3 times now. In 3 months. And stuff. And junk.
At least I'm feeling better today. Yesterday was a different story. (And the day before yesterday). I was done. Exhausted. Achy. Not hungry. Sore throat. Head throbbing. (I've got strep. Yahoo!) And yet, I still had a job to do.
Let me just tell you, folks... taking care of a baby when you're sick is: Near. Frickin'. Impossible. I don't know how anybody does it.
It takes a village to raise a child, and thankfully I know some very, very fantastic villagers. Andrew took over on Sunday and my Mom took the day off work and came to my rescue on Monday.
I am so thankful. So very thankful.
It meant that I actually had a chance to lie in bed, get sleep, rest up and try to recover. And - voila! Here I am today, feeling much, much better. Almost completely back to my regular Hez-self. Woo!
Just in time, too. Today is Andrew's birthday... so thankfully I was well enough to sit in front of the TV with the hubster and celebrate his D.O.B with chicken wings and carrot cake.
The perfect end to a very tiring few days.