I’m Sick.

I am sick…really sick. I have chills. I am freezing. I can’t open my eyes all the way. I have a baby. She wants to play. I can’t play. I have to sit here on a couch that is cold because it is pleather and I can’t stretch out because it is teeny. I want a big couch. I want our old green, comfortable couch. I want my mom. I want my mom or Amy to be here and bring me magazines and snacks and take care of Maisie so I can sleep. I want quiet, but Justin is playing loud music on the computer. It is U2, so I am semi-okay with it, but still. My head hurts.

Well, that’s all for now. Pray I get better soon! I don’t like being sick, but who does? I am off to be freezing on my teeny cold couch now. My eyes hurt, so I am shutting my computer and shutting my eyes. I want to wake up to my family, but I won’t. Cry. Not really, just a lump in my throat. Good night.


  1. relevantgirl on May 25, 2007 at 4:51 pm

    Husbands are not like mommies. I’m so sorry you’re sick. If I were still on your side of the Atlantic, I might just fly up to take care of you!

  2. Mom on May 26, 2007 at 7:11 am

    oooooh…..I want to sidle up next to you and have you curl into my nest and be the mom for you. I miss my time of mom-isms with you. I miss YOU. One day your sweet little one will curl up in her mama’s nest too, finding her comfort there. I love you Jen.

  3. jen on May 26, 2007 at 7:36 am

    Mom, I don’t think I fit in your “nest” anymore, but thank you for offering it!

  4. Mom on May 26, 2007 at 6:20 pm

    I know you don’t. It was wishful thinking. You physically outgrew my ‘nest’ when you were about ten. Does anyone out there, not family related, have a clue as to what we’re talking about?

  5. spain dad on May 27, 2007 at 8:09 am

    Get well soon, Jen!

  6. svest on May 31, 2007 at 3:27 pm

    I don’t like you living there. You need to be living here. With me.

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