March 4, 2011
This week has been pretty stupid.
I've been sick for most of it. As of this writing, I have no voice. By the time I went to bed on Tuesday night, it was almost all gone. I'd had a sore throat for days that had turned into nothing and figured my throat needed an overnight break. Turns out it needed more than that. This is day 3 of no voice. And let me tell you, it's really difficult to read your kid a story without one.
Roy's been awesome. He stayed home on Wednesday and Thursday because no way could I handle two kids while feeling like utter crap. (Well, I'm sure I could if I really needed to, but it made more sense to try to get well. Plus I am a wimp. It's true. I am.) I feel really lucky to have that option. I know a lot of parents don't.
So I've been spending a lot of time in bed. I happened to overhear a bunch of giggles coming from Charlie's room on Wednesday afternoon so I had to get out of bed and check it out. Roy was lying on his back on the floor, and Charlie and Simon were both sitting on him. Charlie was "holding" Simon. It was the cutest thing I think I've ever seen, and definitely the brightest moment of this cough-drop filled week.
I just love how much Charlie loves Simon, how he's always giving him kisses and yelling out "Shao may!" when he sees him. Simon is a big time gigglebox, and those two really set each other off. I really love that they have each other.
On a semi-related note, March 2 marked the one-year anniversary of finding out we were expecting Simon. And now we've got this chunky little red-headed guy in our lives. It's pretty damn awesome. Life is good, even when you've got a constant tickle in your throat and have to whisper all the time. But one thing being sick has taught me this time around? Chamomile tea with honey in it works wonders to get rid of that annoying throat tickle. I've been leaving tea bags all over the kitchen like Harry in Sex and the City. I've done the world a favor, though, and kept all my clothes on.