It’s late. I’m tired. My head is swimming with thoughts. I spent a beautiful day at a spa, compliments of my mother, today and during the drive back I wrote an entire post in my head, but unfortunately, my head has no “save” button, so I will have to try to re-create it tomorrow. Meanwhile, I finally took a day for myself, a relaxing day, far away from the chaos of my daily life. I guess I should mention that I never really relax when I’m away from my children, always fearing the worst will happen if I’m not there to prevent it. I have gotten better over the years, mainly out of necessity, however, the nagging voice is always there. So, today, I did it. I took a day, one day, one short day, for myself. And guess what. I came home to a sick munchkin-a poor little coughing, sore throated, red faced, fever ridden 3 1/2 year old. So there you have it. I take a day off and my baby gets sick. Guess I won’t be doing that again any time soon. She is laying next to me in my bed, sleeping. I doubt I’ll sleep much tonight.