The universe had a great laugh at my expense merely hours after I wrote my last post. My seesaw of balance broke right down the middle--both home and work landing on the ground with a solid thud.
The baby woke up in the night with fever and a cough. The same cough I'd been nursing myself for the two days prior. If I'm not coughing, he is. It's not pretty. We both saw a doc on Wednesday.
Add in a deadline at work, and we're a mess.
Here's hoping for a weekend of full recovery. I hope yours is well.