I wish I was psychic...

...because then I'd know what to do for my son, who is currently ill. He got a fever Sunday night, and we spent most of yesterday just trying to figure out what he wanted and give him the sleep he needed.

I'm exhausted. No doubt husband is too, since the babe woke up several times in the night. I hate not knowing if what I'm doing is the right thing, and worrying that I will scar him in some way.

My therapist says I have a case of the shoulds, what-ifs, along with bit of catastrophic thinking. These symptoms lead to my diagnosis of massive guilt. I should...I mean...I need to work on that. haha.