My Monday

So Monday morning rolls around, I awake too queasy feeling in my stomach. I managed to get up and go about my regular business. Take the boy to school and make my way in to work. I sit at my desk for about an hour and a half, huge waves of nausea are affecting every aspect of my being. Finally, it explodes and everything comes up. Well, I feel much better after that and off I go to pick my son up from school. We stopped off at the local McDonald's to get him some lunch. I opt out of the greasy spoon food, as I'm still not 100%. We drive back to the office, and I am suddenly hit with waves of tiredness and I feel extremely weak. I let the boy finishes lunch, and even though he didn't want to go back home we left or right after that.

On the drive home it was all I could do to stay awake. We made it back to the house, and I told Thomas that he was to leave me alone as I really needed to have a nap. But he would be able to come and talk to me if he really needed some help doing something. Thomas let me how about a two hour nap without any interruptions, which I was extremely grateful for. He came bounding into my bedroom at about 3 p.m., proud as can be. He was quite pleased that he was able to get himself up plate and some leftover french fries, he also got to catch up out of the fridge and made himself a little snack of cold french fries. Not my idea of a great snack, but he was very proud of himself for doing that on his own. Well by this time I was awake so I decided to go downstairs and rest on the couch. He came to visit me at the couch and that every 30 minutes just to make sure that I was okay, or if I needed anything. It made me quite happy is a parent to see my little son acting like such a grown up. I am quite proud of my little boy, just as I am sure I will be proud of my second son when he grows up. It's little things like this that really kind of warm your heart and make you glad that you have children.