My Jonathan has a head cold. My mackerdoodle is still suffering from her ear infection, although she’s happier today than she has been in days. And I’m the exhausted one. This is life as a mother, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, but today the idea of dealing with anyone other than my family makes me want to curl into a fetal position in a corner and suck my thumb while humming happy songs.
It makes me WANT to do that.
I have not in fact done that.