Just one more

Can Monday not please be on Tuesday?  After the week we spent in jail hospital, I wanted to come home and relax.  Go out and have coffee after begging asking someone to stay with the boys.  Not that I would have left Quintus right now.  He still needs me too much.  One can dream though, right?

However, I spent yesterday feeling like death warmed up.  I felt as though someone was doing their absolute best to pull my stomach right out of my body.  I wanted to crawl up into bed and feel sorry for myself.

I could not.  I had to be Mom.  I had to be nurse.  I did, thankfully, have a very supportive Tommie.  He went to pharmacy for me.  Twice.

I honestly don’t want to go to work tomorrow.  I don’t want to face my clients.  Catch up on the work that has piled up on my desk. 

I want a weekend!

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