I still can't breathe.
But there's nothing I can do about it.
I hate the fact that I'm on my own as a parent right now. I've called in family and sitters to help so I can rest. But I wish we had cancelled the hubby's trip. I thought I would be fiiiine though. Instead I'm no better than I was yesterday and I'm using the nebulizer and taking steroids--I'm not playing around.
Took the toddler to the park twice today. I can't push her on the swing, can't walk around the duck pond and it's hard for her to understand WTF is wrong with mommy.
Being Mommy never stops.
Being sick never stops.
It's impossible for me and unfair to her.