Even though he's really right beside me, or just in the next room, I miss having him energetic and happy.
I miss having him do all those little distracting things I usually wave aside.
I miss having him frequently ask for hugs and kisses.
I feel slightly emotionally crippled. Maybe because I'm tired. Yesterday's sleep was short and fitful because he woke up repeatedly during the night. I keep having to take cat naps during the day to get enough energy to study. And when I wake up, I have the sensation of being jarred back into reality.
I wish I had more time to take care of him.
If this is how I react when my darling is sick, I don't think I'm ever ready for kids.
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