Mallory finally gave me her cold. Poor kid had a yucky nose and crusty eyes for almost a week, but still was up ready to play at 7:00 every morning. In fact, besides needing a bit of ibuprofen to sleep at night and going through a ton of kleenex, you'd hardly know she was sick.
Me, on the other hand, not so much. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Today was so bad that I was up for about 10 minutes this morning with Mallory and had to go wake Matt up to take over. Fortunately, Grandma Deb came to the rescue and took Mallory for the day so I could stay in bed. I'm nice and drugged up now and feeling a touch better, but Mallory puts me to shame.
Tough kid.
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4 comments:
((((hugs)))) Hope you feel better soon!
Isn't it funny how tough they are, and how we don't notice until we have to. :) Hopefully you're feeling better soon!
Get well soon girl!
Feeel better!!!!
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