Nov 16 2001
sick sick sick
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I just can’t seem to get rid of this cold. It’s progressed from a headache and stuffy nose to a fever and sore throat and finally to a horrible cough. Being sick is bad enough, but being sick and having to care for a baby is very difficult. I constantly worry about giving him what I got–so far we’ve been lucky. He’s only suffered from a fever and stuffy nose. I pray that he doesn’t start coughing. That would break my heart. There’s so little you can do to comfort a sick baby.
The other thing which has got me down is how unhappy Robert seems to be. He loves Sam, but wishes the baby didn’t prevent him from having time for himself and from doing things with me. He misses how we used to be pre-baby: light-hearted and romantic. Now we’re “adults with responsibilities.” I haven’t been making things easy for him either. I’ve been getting all over his case for failing to this or that–mostly minor things like forgetting to take out the trash or neglecting to pick up after himself. I sometimes forget how much he’s going through when I’m trying to cope with all the changes in my life. I really need to stop lashing out at him and start showing him how much I care for him.
One thing I have to look forward to is the arrival of a bunch of books I ordered from amazon.com. I ordered Wicked, The Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, Watermelon, Lucy Sullivan is Getting Married and The Trials of Tiffany Trott. Have you read any of these books? Did you like them? They sound like they’ll be really entertaining. It will be nice to have a diversion 
