ON THE MEND.

the little man is finally back to himself and i'm ever so grateful that he is out of his misery.  he still has a runny nose but the (somewhat eerie) stillness that has hung over him the past couple days has lifted and he is back to the boy i know, the boy thats on the go, moving in twenty different directions all at once.  unfortunately, now i am sick with bronchitis and i can't keep up.   i feel the need to call in sick, to be pampered, to curl up on the couch with some tea and watch reality tv show marathons for hours, but there are no sick days as a mama so i somehow muster up the energy to laugh, play, and be silly until the little man closes his eyes for the night and then suddenly, i've run out of steam, crashing on the couch in a heap of sniffles, coughs, and exhaustion.