Last winter, when Jack would get sick with some sort of cold or virus, a “sick day” would mean snuggling on the sofa with him while watching Sesame Street. Since he has become a toddler, sick days are now sweat-filled tantrum marathons where his only source is comfort is throwing things at me while refusing naps.
I miss my cuddly, smiling, sweet angelic little boy who just wants to give hugs and clean his plate. He may have only existed for a few days a couple of weeks ago, but it was awesome.
I need to lie down.