It's 3 am and I am sitting alone in my quiet kitchen sipping lemon, ginger and honey tea.
I don't usually like to complain about being sick because really, everyone gets sick right? But this one, oh this one has just been a miserable sickness.
I think its the combination of the fact that I hardly ever get sick and that Noah and Winslow have been sick too, that it's just draining us all.
It's been going around in circles, where one of us keeps everyone else up at night with their coughing and such, and that is why I am upstairs and not in bed, because I don't want to wake the boys.
I'm tired and have no energy and am fearing the morning time when I will have no choice but to get up and hit the floor running with my active little toddler.
Good night friends, or good morning, or good day.