I want my MOMMY!!!

Krista here, bet you thought it was Chase from the headline :-)

Now for those of you who don't know me very well, I'm a pretty independent person. I usually don't share a lot (funny for a person with a blog) my friends joke that my plans are "ultra-secret" and they have to pry stuff out of me. I'm not one to really shout from the rooftops when I'm happy (unless it's about Chase) or wallow in self-pity when I'm sad.

Unless I am sick. Then I turn from a self-sufficient 30 yr old to a whiney, cry baby who wants everyone to know how bad she feels. I wear my illness everywhere. From the pathetic look on my face, to the comfy clothes I sport, to the gravel voice that comes and goes (depending on whom I'm talking to.) My girlfriend Jen prefers to be alone when she is sick. I see the appeal, but I want to be cuddled, coddled, have my hair stroked while I snot and sneeze everywhere. Basically, I want MY mommy.

So what happens when this 30 yr old baby gets her 1 yr old son sick too? Poor child, sneezing snot 10 feet in the air (sorry for the TMI) he's actually crying "Mama" like he knows who I am, what to call me and how to break my heart in just one word.
So what do I do? I suck it up, wipe his nose, change him 3 times before 8am bc there's snot EVERYWHERE. I let him sleep in my bed, even though I can't sleep now bc he's snoring all over the place. I wait for my sister to arrive to take over my now happily rested snotty baby, get ready for work & then blog about how miserable I feel today.

Because he's one and too young to stroke my hair.