I don’t know why I’ve been getting sick every 3 weeks. Or has it even been more often than that? I can’t keep track anymore.
It seems these days it is always something.
Believe me, I wish it weren’t so.
I hate being sick. I hate having to sit on the couch all weekend like a blob unable to take care of our baby girl. I understand how much pressure that puts on you to have to care for her and me continually without a break for yourself.
And I appreciate it. I really really do.
I know you’re frustrated. So am I.
But, thank you.
For letting care overpower the annoyance. And love overpower frustration.
I love you.