I’m not homesick, I’m literally home sick.
I’m getting a Covid test tomorrow but the last couple of days have been rough.
Being home sick, normally means I’m comatose on the couch. Not this time! Now that I’m a mother— I don’t get that option.
He’s also running a fever so he’s home with me. There are cute moments of both of us cuddled on the couch taking comfort from each other.
Then, because he’s a toddler with endless energy that recharges insanely fast— I’m exhausted.
Cute toddler that babbles and makes racket. Somehow because of the fever and I sit down in a somewhat comfy position closes my eyes for a moment…
Abrupt silence.
Panicked moment.
Adorable evil little grin.
Destroyed house.
Yep, everything is fine.
Actually, everything is fine. He only managed to pull the books and movies off the entertainment stand but I’m so glad we have baby fences everywhere cause this kid is wicked smart.
Sadly, by the end of the day I’m ready to crawl into bed and not leave. I do a little teleworking to stay caught up on emails and other stuff. But I haven’t been up for creating content, planning posts, or really anything that doesn’t mean I get to contemplate the back of my eyelids.
Although, I did catch How I Met Your Father and two episodes in and I’m loving it… hopefully it holds up (and surpasses the ending) of the OG show.
Here’s to feeling better!
Keep wandering (hopefully I’ll be wandering next week),
BJ
The Wannabe Backpacker 