Oh man... we are sick up in this joint. We have been truly lucky not to come down with too many illnesses in Little Smith's fourteen months... but every single time it happens I am absolutely leveled by how being sick derails life and makes everything seem insurmountable. I'm a baby, I know, but when my baby is uncomfortable it breaks my heart and I don't want to do anything but hold him and let him cry on my shoulder.
So we have mountains of laundry and diapers to fold, food that needs cooking, mail that needs sorting, half composed posts (some good ones like our birth story and house tour of the nursery)... and it's just all going to have to stay on pause until we can find our smiles again.
In times like this I am so in awe of all the mama's out there with more than one kid who have to balance every one's different needs and can't just have the world come to a stop when their baby's sick... or who work and have deadlines on top of fevers. I am still learning to juggle everything and at the moment my hands are full. Hoping to find my balance again soon.