So, I'm sick

My mental energy is sapped. Sitting up makes me dizzy. Standing is a no go. And yet, my kids still want to be fed, have fresh bottoms, and cuddle. How rude.

What about this says "Snuggle me!"?

The silver lining to this: My toddler has been a champ. He washed the veggies for dinner (the only part that required standing), threw away diapers, and entertained the four month old (who, by the way, can sit on her own. What?!) so I could continue to lay on the couch and mentally recite Cars line for line.

So really, this post is not for you. It's for me. It's for when Titus is a punk teenager and I need a little pick me up to prevent me from throttling him. Thank you for your indulgence.