My love is still snotty and hacking. Her poor little throat must be raw! Naps have been short lived, interrupted by a coughing fit that jars her awake. Isn't one week of this nonsense enough? I want to find a machine that will make me as small as a blood cell, then I will crawl into her mouth, down her throat and find all the nasty spores (or whatever they are) and shoot them with my special laser gun until they are all dead. Stupid illness.
Thankfully Ro's spirits are still high. Like last night, when she was laughing and scooting all over the place until 12:30. No joke. The night before it was 11pm. Not cool. There is something about leaving all the dishes strewn across the kitchen and groceries still in the bags until the wee hours (well, until the next morning) that makes me feel incomplete. As if there is a ball and chain that I am dragging around until it gets done, until I can see the kitchen counter again. It's almost as if the cleanliness of the counter frees up some of my lung capacity. I can actually feel my breathing get easier and my muscles relaxing. Last night this did not happen. We had our fun though.
We took a bath
Hunted for a little tennis ball
And checked out the tupperware cupboard again
And eventually she fell asleep. With heavy snoring. Danged snotty nose! I will be the first to admit that I COMPLETELY underestimated the amount of energy a baby takes. I mean, I knew it would be a lot of work (everyone in the world told me it would be, so I figured it was true) but I had no idea how draining it is. I am thoroughly exhausted at the end of a day. I love the time with my sweet, smiley baby and I look forward to the few hours of down time (aka time to do dishes, iron clothes, tidy up) after she falls asleep. So you can imagine that when she stayed up until 12:30, I was wiped! Needless to say, the snoring didn't effect my ability to fall asleep.