I woke up this morning with a stomachache. Not a move-I'm-gonna-puke-NOW stomachache, but a definite uncomfortable feeling in my tummy. Since it didn't feel like an emergency, I fed the baby and sent Rory off to work.
But now I'm not sure how I'm going to make it 'til he gets home.
I tried to carry on with business as usual after Rory left. I took a gulp from my super-size cup of coffee…and promptly spit it into the sink and poured the rest of the mug behind it. I'm now taking small sips from a tall glass of ginger ale and waiting for the lack-of-caffeine headache to kick in.
So far Emmett has spent an hour under his mobile, followed by 30 minutes on his activity mat. I feel like I'm neglecting him, but 1) I need to get some work done! and 2) I think the less we have, the better, for now.
I imagine we'll survive today—especially because Rory has a half-day at work because of the holiday. But what would I have done if I really was too sick to take care of myself—never mind the baby?
If Mom is the one in charge of the baby, who takes care of him when Mom gets sick?
And who takes care of Mom? I could use some TLC right now!