Next time I complain about my husband, you have my permission to smack me. I am so tired today. Feeling whatever popular virus has taken over my body. Last night was the night from hell. One had a fever, the other one wet the bed. The one with the fever kept waking up and would not be consoled. We kept rolling over to one another saying, “Your turn.” When we realized that all four of us were up at 4 a.m., we gave up and got up.
I can’t sleep when my husband is away. I can’t imagine trying to raise these two kids on my own. I pick on him because of his ever-presence, but that’s what I love most about him. My worst nightmare would be waking up, rolling over to say, “Your turn” to no one.
