When Mama Gets Sick

I have a cold. Kind of a bad one. Or maybe it's allergies - I can't tell. Anyway, all I know is that I feel miserable. The little angel, thank goodness, does not have whatever it is I am suffering from, and neither does my beloved, who left town this morning on a three-day business trip. I am really hoping the little angel does not become a coughing, sniveling wreck in the next 24 hours. I know that I am.

I actually was so pathetic yesterday that I begged my beloved to take the little angel to Oz so that I would not infect her (can you believe I was begging for Oz???) and went back to bed until 1 p.m. After that, I was going to try to do something productive (being quite Type A), but I actually had to sit back down after I had that thought. I haven't felt like that in a long, long time.

Today I woke up feeling slightly better, or maybe it was just the adrenaline that comes from knowing there is no one else to take care of the baby for the next three days but me. I'm here at work, pretending to feel good while freebasing Halls. Wish me luck, and feel sorry for me. I want my own mama.