This was pretty much our weekend.
After celebrating The Husband’s birthday with a big bash on Friday night, I picked up Mac from my parents’ house the next morning and basically spent the rest of the weekend on the couch in pajamas. Watching Yo Gabba Gabba, eating raisins, reading books — the uge. Ushe? Uggge? I have no idea how to spell that.
The little dude has been struck with a cold and has been rather pathetic as a result. As always, I feel terrible and helpless when he’s sick like this, but I also really enjoy the cuddling. He is a [little] man with a mission most days, so when I can get some extra snuggles in, I seize the opportunity. Of course, I’d like fewer of these snuggles to take place at 2 am, but beggars can’t be choosers, I suppose.
Still, much as I love the extra nuzzles and kisses, I’m ready for my healthy and energetic little boy to come back. And I’m really hoping this isn’t just the beginning of a long season of sickness. I sort of convinced myself that Mac has a super strong immune system after last year’s barrage of one cold after another, and I hope I’m not just kidding myself.
How was your weekend?