Sick.

We move on Friday. We have packing to do. Errands to run. And Brent has to work.

We are both sick. Mine started yesterday night, spending hours in the washroom about to be sick, stuffy nose, sinus pressure, sore throat and a cough to go along with it. Brent texted from work today saying that the stuffy nose has now hit him. I have zero energy, and feel light headed. I can't even get myself to stand for more than a few minutes.

I hate being sick. I know most people do, but I especially  I cannot stand having no energy when there are a million things to be done.

I guess this is what I get for kissing a runny nosed little baby. But honestly, who can resist such a cute little girl who loves stories and kisses?

Morning story time with Uncle Brent.

Wake up call.