Spring is peaking its head around the corner every few days. But, it's taunting us like no other. It'll come and be semi-warm (as in, high 50's) for a few hours in a day. Just enough to put a little hop in your step. But, in a flash, it'll turn to a chilly, windy kinda cold again.
I'm over it.
Emeline is sick, again. I can't help but think "what.the.heck am I doing wrong?!" Really. What am I doing wrong?
Was it just a bad winter? I feel like I'm cautious about germs without being over-the-top. We stay in a good bit, but we also get out here and there. I don't know why, but I'm just feeling frustrated that the poor kid has spent every-other month this winter sick. That shouldn't be the case.
Right now? It's double pink eye, a nasty cold, and more wheezing/coughing type stuff going on. I put her back on the nebulizer. Sigh.
We need some good old vitamin D. We need warmth on our face. We need the carefree summer. The windows open.
Apparently I need it, too. Looks like I've caught whatever she had (minus the pink eye, hallelujah) and I'm feeling all sorts of terrible. A sick mom and a sick baby, with a working husband? Momma's don't get sick days.
To add to it, Declan was away all weekend for a business trip. The poor guy came home yesterday to two ridiculously-pathetic looking girls. He was still happy to be home--and we were glad he he could help take care of us.
I'm gonna just quit this whiny post while I'm ahead (err? or not) and go cuddle with the other queen sickie in the house. We're gonna watch movies today, and stay in our pj's, and will the winter blues away.
I'll leave you with this photo I took yesterday. Dollar spot sunglasses can cover the pink eye AND make me long for summer in a major way. This photo gets me giddy with anticipation for park days, pool days, and sun-in-my-face days.