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!