James asked me yesterday, "Mommy, do you get hurt everyday?"
I said no. He was examining his multiple scrapes and scars. "Well, I get hurt everyday!" he proudly announced.
But maybe I do get hurt everyday. To look at my heart is to traverse a field of scrapes and scars. Some have healed, others still smart when touched.
When I get sick, it's like my whole system gets depressed. This week I just couldn't pull.it.together.
Maybe it's the antibiotics. Maybe it's the residual sinus infection. Maybe it's the guilt for letting the kids watch waaaay too much TV this week while I was in bed.
I don't know. All I know is, I'm down.