I am sitting on the couch beside my sleeping son. We have been home for the past three days thanks to his fever and stomach issues. He has moments of hysterics weeping uncontrollably for me to hold him and times where you have no idea that he is sick.
I adore my son. He is my favorite person on the planet but after three days of such intense neediness, I need adults. I need conversation that does not include Mickey Mouse, stuffed rabbits and the word, "Why".
Being surrounded day and night by little boy sickness is exhausting. I spent today begging him to not play and jump since the night before was full of stomach sickness. My smartphone has died several times in the past few days since it's my literal lifeline to others in the land of not sick.
I need wellness. I need to leave the house. I need a night without a little boy crawling into my bed only to wake me up in the morning with a swift kick to the neck. I am done with this.