So, yesterday started off on a bad note for everyone. Everyone in the house was up early and in meltdown mode before 7am. While things seemed to have settled by mid morning, by early afternoon, the day took another unexpected turn when I get a phone call asking to pick my son up from school (they suspected he was sick). Upon picking him up, I was told he fell asleep twice while there (once outside and once right around lunch). We get home and he gets his temperature taken: he has a fever. The rest of the day is spent cuddling on the couch while watching videos.
Today, my son still has a fever and he was kept home. Thnakfully, whatever bug he has seems to be minor. Exhaustion doesn’t even begin to cover how I fell right now, nor does mentally drained. There’s a level of exhaustion that goes beyond words and no amount of sleep can fix right now. This is the second time my son has been sick in the last week and a half, with a holiday weekend thrown in-between.
Island of Misfit Mamas 