I’m really sick. Yes, I’ve descended into an abyss of wadded up toilet paper, fleece, grape juice and whining. I’ve never been all that great at handling illness, but at least there used to be sick days I could use.
Now? Yeah, no such thing as sick days. Drat.
Thankfully Jake has some. When he got out of bed to start the pre-work hygeine routine this morning, I looked at him with death in my eyes and pleaded for him to stay home. Thank God it worked. Otherwise Seabass may have driven me over the edge. I don’t know what’s gotten into that kid, but he is downright inconsolable. IS IT NORMAL FOR A BABY TO LAST ONLY ONE HOUR BEFORE MELTING DOWN??? IS IT NORMAL FOR HIM TO ACT LIKE HE’S ONLY THREE WEEKS OLD AGAIN??? Forget it. I already know the answer: Every baby is different. Teeth. His diaper’s too tight.
Sigh. He’s lucky he’s so stinking cute.
I think the toughest part about being sick right now is the fact that I can’t take much of anything to make me feel better because it will all either go straight to Seabass’ delicate little system or dry my girls up. No Nyquil, Dayquil, Tylenol PM or anything that will knock me out and take away the pain. I’m trying to remember that I did labor drug-lessly. Labor was a lot harder than this, right? Right?
Anyway, in my unmedicated oblivion, I’ve spent a fair amount of time poking around the internet. And guess what I’ve found? Only the best baby blog ever:
I love love love The Office. It’s the only TV show I watch because even when it’s bad it’s good. So discovering the marketing genius that is a mockumentary blog about Jim and Pam’s baby Cece tickled me pink, though it’s also made me a little crazy how easy the show makes parenting look. I know, I know: it’s not real. But the blog certainly blurs the lines a little, doesn’t it?