Today was supposed to be race day for me.
My 5 miler.
But I am sitting in my family room with a sick husband in bed and a miserable teething toddler on my hands, hoping to not get pummeled with the stomach bug that Little Man came home with on Friday....
To make things just that much worse, I am going on little to no sleep right now free listening to LM scream every hour of the night with his molars that are apparently ripping their way to the surface.
Emotions are high.
And am pretty down.