If I was a morning coffee drinker, today would be the morning I pour myself an extra cup of Joe.
It’s easy to see how important your role as a parent is at 3 O’clock in the morning, in the rocking chair, with a sick child. Yes I have a baby with a cold. And he got it from my daughter, who is also coughing a bit still and asked to snuggle. She settled for a hug and a tuck-me-in, as I was feeding the baby. Poor girl, poor baby, poor me. I understant how important it is to hold a sick child in the night, I still remember cuddling with my mom in the middle of the night with a fever as a young girl, but it is also hard to not feel frustrated for yourself too hey? I thought to my self at 2am and then again at 3am…. why is it still so early? I still have the whole night to get through. And then it was 5am, okay so I got 2hours sleep, feed the baby again, go back to sleep, and then Caitlin is at my bed at 6:30am asking for a drink. Well I’ve got to go to the bathroom, Caitlin settles for some water, and I make my self a hot honey/lemon drink.
I feel a bit like a robot, and the worst part is, I haven’t had the cold yet. I can feel it coming. I know the best thing for a cold is rest, so maybe with a stroke of luck the girls can play outside this afternoon and I can have a nap. My hubby is head deep in Harvest, and will be trying to fix his combine today. So I’m on my own for now, But I’ll survive. I’m going to finish my warm drink, cover Conner with a blanket, find the humidifier, and see if I can snuggle up to my hubby for another hour or so, before today really begins.