When mom doesn't feel well....

....it is almost as if the whole world stops turning.

I say this because I have seen it growing up in our house as a kid. When Mom was sick, things were just....different. Glum. Not the same.

I have felt sorry for Gardner today. I was on the couch all afternoon, flat on my back with a raging urinary track infection (you ladies who've had one know the pain I'm talking about). He napped for two hours, which was great (I napped, too). When he woke up, he was in a stupendous mood and was ready to play. I couldn't, though. I laid limply on the sofa, shutting the French doors to keep him contained with me in the den. I pulled out a myriad of toys, books, and kept the television on about all afternoon (which I HATE having to resort to....but at least it was Noggin and Baby Einstein).

He played so well.....like a little man. He seemed to sense my sickness....he came over so many times and offered hugs and kisses. (Although his kisses have recently included a sharp BITE at the end of them....ouch! We are trying to squash that.)

I fed him graham crackers and juice to hold him off till supper....Ken was gracious enough to help me out with that when he got home this evening. But all in all, I feel as if I was robbed today of fun and play with my little guy. Being sick sure is the pits.