My little man went to camp today-hooray! He is definitely 100% himself. Now I am the one who feels run-down. I truly appreciate everyone's caring thoughts while he was ill.
A part of me probably feels run down due to the fact that I took care of this little guy non-stop. Taking care of a sick child is so much more demanding. No one else to share the glory of holding him, rubbing his back, giving him the love he needed in order to feel better. Making sure I was giving him the Motrin at the right times. Keeping fluids in him. Watching cartoons in bed. (I couldn't pass up The Flinstones or The Jetson's. I even managed some Tom and Jerry.) Playing games in bed. Dealing with whining, blowing of the nose, and coughing up phlegm. Taking him to the doctor. It was non-stop...no time for me to just sit and relax. No complaints because this is all part of being a parent. As I take care of him now, there is going to be a time when he will need to take care of me.
The other part that is making me feel run down is probably due to PMS. Is that TMI? Sorry, just keeping it real.
Enjoy your weekend!