It's after 3:30 in the afternoon, and I haven't showered. I am still in my pjs.
This morning when I woke up, I felt like a truck had run me over, backed up, then run me over again. And the time that I woke up was 4:30. Isaac was ready to party. I held him off until 5, but then we were up. And I had a fever.
(Sidenote: Husbands: When your wife goes to bed way after you and is up all night with the baby, maybe it isn't the wisest move to bitch about the coffee not being set up and just take the 2 minutes to do it yourself. CUT THE SWEARING OUT. It doesn't help matters.)
So today became Mommy Day. Isaac went to Miss K's and I collapsed on the sofa. Then on my bed. And just woke up.
AND IT FELT DAMN GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. :)
I felt really guilty as I loaded Isaac into his seat. He looked so happy in his pack and play, playing with his new favorite toy, a little red crab. He smiled at me and cooed. He babbled all the way to daycare. He didn't know that it was a different day and he wasn't supposed to be there. But I did. And it feels wierd to be in the house, alone, without him here with me. It's like I am cheating on him or something. I feel so guilty. And I had to reschedule his 6 month shots.
But at least I am well rested with no fever.