Moms don't get sick days. Which I didn't really think about until today when I got sick. I thought I could make it through the day without help but I was wrong. I called Jonathan around 12 and he came home at 2. I had just put Lucy into bed and had climbed into bed myself when he came home. When I woke up Lucy was dressed in a new outfit, had a sippy cup of juice and was jumping in the jumperoo. I was so proud of her daddy. The Mary Tyler Moore song popped into my head "You're going to make it after all." (I changed the word You're to Their)
Anyway, after my nap I felt much better but only for an our or so. It's been a rough day. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.