…huff, puff… can I do it?
Would have stayed up ’til all ungodly hours last night working on them, but at 11 p.m., JUST as I was finishing one layout and bringing it out to show to Jim, Rhys woke up screaming.
And screaming. And screaming. And screaming.
His tummy hurt. His throat hurt. His head hurt. His forehead was burning.
Finally got him calmed down… fell asleep snuggling him… he woke up about every half-hour until 3 a.m. sobbing and screaming. Full-on leaning over the toilet ("I don’t wanna throw up and I DON’T WANNA GO TO THE DOCTOR, Mama!"), crying so hard he could barely breathe ("Dis crying is makin’ me choke"), sobbing ’til he got a nosebleed.
He’s a little better this morning (thank God) and comfortably ensconced in front of the TV soaking up hours upon hours of Disneytrash. I can hear his brain softening from here.
And I’m doing four projects in seven hours (on top of making spaghetti for the mini-dinner party we’re having tonight).