i would have updated you last night at 2.30am, but i was holding jasper in my arms.
not good here. bags under my eyes competing with vuitton’s steamer cases.
i took jasper into bed with me because he was screaming and waking the other three up. he was coughing and wailing. and that burbling sound was so deep in his chest, it sounded like a cyclone filled with chairs, pieces of fences and the occasional livestock fighting to break out of a closet.
so i propped him up on charles’ side of the bed, and he was restless. cough cough cough he went, pat pat pat when my hand on his thomas the tank engine flannel jammies. i would start dozing off, and he would jerk awake with a coughing fit. at one point, i lost my grip on him and caught his thigh as he was readying to slide off the bed.
but there was a really bright spot in my day. sebastian and some of his friends were together talking about movies, toy story, peter pan and then someone mentioned the incredibles. they were talking who they would be in the movies. buzz, mr incredible, nemo, and what they would call their movies. and sebastian looked up and declared said, "my movie would be called the best mummy ever." and then he grinned one of those side to side sebbie smiles, and put his little hand in mine.
i felt like an idiot using the edge of a pizza box to wipe my eyes, but i did it anyway. must be the lack of sleep making me emotional.
someone’s coughing and i have to go.
