I love that I've spent two nights snuggled up to my little lentil who normally WILL NOT sleep in my bed.
I don't love that he smells like vomit.
But I probably do too, so pot-kettle a bit around here.
I love that he wants me when he isn't feeling well. It breaks my heart when he screams for Nana after waking up covered in vomit. I just wish I could say "Sure! Here he is."
I love that Sam is spending nights with Zahra in the guest bedroom but I wish I could be both places.
I would really love for this flu to pass.