Last night, I just fell into my bed around 11:30p.m.- I didn't know if I should close my eyes or cry when I hit that bed. I was just so tired physically and tired emotionally from "worry". Which I know "worry" accomplishes nothing...it is just wearing on the soul.
It has been a full 48 hours of popsicle delivery, changing DVD's, filling up water bottles and gatorade, cleaning sheets and spraying lysol. Not to mention taking temperatures, passing out "motrin" then taking temperatures again-
When I pulled back the sheets...I found this-
It was a surprise b/c my little one is so sick..I wonder when she did this! It was worth everything and more that I did that day.
Today, I felt re-energized to pass out more popsicles and fluff more pillows...