Dear Reese,
I wake up at 3 am feeling awful. Turns out that little cold you had that was making me feel off had some kick left in it. I’ve spent the day feeling pretty crappy, but we power through.
It is something you’re not really warned about before you become a parent — that you will be sick so much more often and then have to parent while you’re sick. It’s never a burden to be your mom, but when I don’t feel good, it takes more out of me to give you the playfulness and energy you deserve.
I work today, partly because I have a lot to do and partly because I can’t stay home anyway since there’s a condo showing midday. I make it until 4pm and then I sit on my office floor and watch two episodes of Friends before picking you up. I’m wiped. It feels like someone’s taken a metal rake to my throat.
When I try to sing your lullabies, they come out quiet and raspy. You are very forgiving.
We do manage to play outside for a little bit before the sun sets. You practice climbing the slide and then walk me back to our door when you’re done. Soon, we’ll have to find indoor post-dinner activities as sunset creeps ever earlier. Or we’ll pull out flashlights.
Love,
Mama