The last few days have taught me I could never be a single parent and I have great respect and sympathy for those who are.
The day Trevor left for his trip I came down with the flu.
No big deal the flu is easy to handle: take my vitamins, drink lots of fluids, and get plenty of rest.
Did I somehow forget Bridget in that equation?
I quickly realized there would be no sleeping in bed all day.
However, she did take an exceptional morning nap which I participated in so I thank her for that.
As the afternoon progressed I started to go down hill: with a pounding head, the chills, and every part of my body aching, even my teeth. Whenever I move I can hear the whooshing of blood throbbing in my ears.
I have a heavy flow from my nose but seeing as it is already chapped, I started shoving toilet paper up it to catch the ooze (don't pretend you haven't done that in your life).
Bridge is fascinated by this new thing coming out of mommy's nose and created a new game of grabbing the toilet paper and ripping out the self made snot damn. She has gotten really fast, and particularly in my current state I can't keep up.
But perhaps the worst was when all I wanted was a relaxing bath to drive away the aches and chills. Well, seeing as there was no one else to take care of the little lady while I took my bath I figured it would be great if we took a bath together.
She has recently figured out how to splash, so fun.
But the best part was when she got to see her "food" in a setting other than when she's eating and got excited and gave me, for lack of a better word, "titty twisters."
Needless to say, my bath was not as relaxing as I had hoped.
So all of that and then add on top having to work to support the family to be a single parent?
I know could not do it.
It's still a few days until Trevor comes home... I cannot wait.