This sounds terrible but I really am a little happy that Jack has a cold. It has slowed him down and he is a total sweetheart. Also, he is sleeping. Oh yes, I will take a snotty nose in exchange for a sweet sleepy boy! I could use the break!
I do feel badly for him. He is snuffly and hot and red-eyed. He coughs and his voice is scratchy. He alternates between rubbing his eyes and rubbing his whole face against the floor. I searched the apartment high and low for the baby vaporub last night and couldn’t find it, so Jack just had to deal. I’ll have to make a run to the drugstore this evening to give him a little relief.
He seems to be forgetting to eat, as well. I laid out a nice dinner of apples, pinto beans, latkes, and whole wheat crackers last night (it’s always interesting to patch a dinner together when grocery shopping hasn’t been done) and he would take a bite or two and then walk away to check out a book. We would hold the plate out to him a couple minutes later and he would take another bite, then run off somewhere else. Eventually he ate most everything on the plate, we just had to keep reminding him it was there.
I almost got 8 hours of sleep last night. I don’t feel any better than I have of late, though, because I caught his cold. I am focussing on the good, though.