I hate being sick.
No one told me that motherhood would induce sickness at every opportunity.
No one told me that my beloved child would breed germs that cause me to get sick all the time. Him, I knew about. Me? Not so much.
I'm currently sitting here on my couch, at 12:10am, wishing to God I could go to sleep. Wishing I could blog about something other than how miserable I feel.
Nyquil. Oh my beloved nyquil. Please escort me to your blissful unconscious land.
I'm begging you.