*watching Footage Of Outer Space With My Son*

*watching footage of outer space with my son*

Me: *to no one in particular*

"Oh wow, look at that nebula"

Son: *immediately looks at the tv*

"ooooOO, a neblala"

Hnnnggg adorable

Whelp. It hasn't happened this way in while. But in a few seconds I stood up, walked across the living room, and reached up to the cabinet for a toy my son wanted. Promptly crashed to the floor fainting.

Wasn't out long. But. UFF DA.

Husband came upstairs to see why our eldest was fussing and found me on the floor. I was already conscious again but couldnt sit up yet.

I fucking hate POTS.

This sends me every time

reblog to tell your mutual you’re proud of them and it’ll all work out