breaking the girl
Yesterday’s breakage: my beloved cheap-ass blue plastic tapestry needle, done in by forcing it through too many tight Peace Fleece Stitches. Rest in peace, little needle.
Today’s breakage: Blake’s fever. It spiked again this afternoon, so my parents took him to the doctor. Turns out he’s got a double ear infection. And here I was all smug about his lack of ear trouble, a sharp contrast to the Boy & myself. I was all ready to claim another victory for breastfeeding. Still, despite my deep psychological pain, it’s worse for him than me. Then again, he gets his yummy banana penicillin. I don’t get anything, not even a day off. Drag.
One more day until I can collapse to a boneless heap. I don’t think I’m going to wake up until Monday morning.
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Don't make me send out the Blake. He doesn't listen to *anyone.*