Yesterday, The Boy was an absolute mess. From 3pm on, he cried and cried. Then, he barely slept. Screamed a lot. I knew something was off, but there was no fever, and no other symptoms. Then, in the morning, after nursing, he promptly threw it ALL up. Anyway, he developed a fever and he alternated crying and sleeping restlessly all day.
So here is the victory part. Though I did not run, The Boy was a lot of work, and Sweet Love had a long meeting, we did go for a 30 minute walk as a family. I am counting it as a success, because in the not so distant past, I would have let my boys go by themselves and laid my happy butt on the couch! Instead, I got some fresh air, a long walk with Sweet Love (his backside is a wonderful view!) and The Boy got to watch the birds, while still resting and getting nice and tired so that maybe tonight will not be as rough as last night.
Also, Sweet Love brought me a milk shake on his way home from his meeting. I promptly ate the whipped cream off the top, and then thought... wait, I want to get dairy free, and I want a hot backside too! So, when Sweet Love was not watching (did not want to hurt his feelings because it really was such a sweet thing to do) I poured it down the drain. Wow, that hurt and felt so good at the same time!
So, all in all, I will take the victories.
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