|Mama, if I grab my feet will you feel better?|
I suspect that being sick with a young baby is probably one of the easiest times to be sick. Our routine didn't change that much apart from more cuddling on the bed and couch and trying to keep The Buddy from stealing my used tissues. Hanging out with a super smiley baby makes up for not being able to breathe through my nose.
On top of various respiratory atrocities, being sick totally messed up my schedule. I hate that. We don't have a very rigid schedule at all, but I like to think we have some semblance of a routine. Everything just felt messed up: I have a new gym membership but didn't go once last week. The floor was apparently vacuumed sometime but you couldn't tell by looking at it. I'm trying to start baby signing, but kept forgetting to actually use the signs. Blerg. This week will be better. And now Doug is sick, so I'll have two babies to take care of.
Necessities this week: Tissues (Costco-sized boxes), lanolin, Brussels sprouts, slippers.