My children are germ vectors. Twin I, who is recovering from amoebiasis, has brought home cough and colds. Again. And all literature on pediatric care says it’s perfectly normal. I keep telling Twin I to stay away from classmates who are sniffling because there is a 98% chance she will bring home the virus. It will eventually hit her immunocompromised twin, who is currently taking five antibiotics.

I haven’t rested from taking care of sick children. 🤦🏻‍♀️

When I go back to work tomorrow and co-workers will ask me, oh what have you done/where did you go during your break? I will have this pathetic response: to the hospital. I took care of the sick; I have a thermometer on my bedside. Since September I have not slept on my bed alone—the twins take turn in sleeping with me because I had to monitor their fevers or they needed to get out of bed quickly to go to the bathroom. Getting off from their loft beds in the middle of the night when they’re sick is just an accident waiting to happen.

I want to rest!!!

Tomorrow, I face another challenge as my boss breathes down my neck since my freelancer has yet to turn in an article since being hired in July.

I have no chill.

I just wanted to start sketching again but the universe didn’t want me to be creative.

The only relief I had this entire break was when I took antihistamine that knocks me out cold.