I'm poorly. And I'm feeling extremely sorry for myself. Apologies in advance if this post morphs into one huge big Pity Party.
I mean, I only have a head cold and nothing dreadful but oh boy, I do feel lousy. I'm also very tired, having had very disturbed nights with Little B all this week. I'm wondering whether he is also feeling under the weather as he has been crying a lot for no apparent reason these past few days (and nights).
Luckily Friday is the one day in the week that I keep free from planned stuff, and it's usually a day of pottering, shopping and preparing for the weekend. So today I've opened out our sofa bed downstairs and made it into a snuggle nest for Little B and me. The general idea is to spend the day doing as little as possible which sounds good in theory but i confess it's not going too well. I have optimistically put my crochet to hand, plus a gorgeous new book which arrived on Monday and has not even been opened yet. A couple of unread magazines too, but really and truly it looks unlikely that LB is going to allow me to relax and hook/read. Wishful thinking I think.
However, I am quite good at Wishful Thinking, so I shall hope for the best. You never know. He may stop griping anytime soon and be content to lay and play beside me. Or sleep even. Yes, sleepy time would be good.xxxxxx