June has not been nearly as relaxing as I'd imagined, to say the least. In May, I pictured waking up at 6 or 6:30, going for a run, then spending the rest of the day with Shane and Luke, doing something fun.
Instead, June kicked off with Luke coming down with the croup, which means that we haven't had a restful night since May. We've exhausted every remedy for the croup, but he's still waking up every night coughing. To say it's getting tiring would be an understatement, but I realized today that I need to put it all in perspective. When I'm back at work, I'll be looking back wistfully at these days, despite the lack of sleep and the worry about Luke's health. When August 18th rolls around, I will no longer be able to lounge about in my bikini, sipping a sangria.
Not if I value my job, that is.