Carson has been constantly sick for the past 10 weeks.
As I rocked him to sleep for the umpteenth time this morning, I had a little break down. I am tired. Tired of him being sick. Tired of him not sleeping well. Tired of him not being his happy self. Tired of me not remembering what he is like when he is happy. I am just plain tired.
I felt better immediately, knowing that this too shall pass.
Isn’t it amazing how such a small statement can have such a big impact?