Sick Day

After church on Sunday, I had a salad for lunch* & immediately started feeling sick.  Upset stomach, the chills, achy - I was a mess.  I skipped dinner and went to bed at 9pm.  

Nine!

I woke at my usual time on Monday morning & had to drag myself out of bed.  Despite a delicious 9 1/2 hours of sleep, I was no better.  I rallied long enough to put on sweatpants and get Big Sis to school (but not enough to actually dress Big J).  I returned home and..... went back to bed. 

Yes, I committed the Cardinal Sin of Motherhood and took a sick day.  

I booted up Netflix, made sure Big J had a water cup, and then collapsed under my flannel sheets.  

Big J was awesome. 

He would check on me every half hour or so, but never asked for anything.  As I drifted in and out of sleep, I heard him switch to Thomas, then Dora (yes, at the age of 3 he has mastered Netflix).  I finally rose at almost 11 am.  I found train tracks strung through the living room, Big J wandering the house without pants, and three cheese wrappers on the living room floor.  

I still wasn't feeling better, but downed some Motrin and tried to get excited about lunch.  

Didn't work.  

The husband suggested I have something to eat with my Motrin, and after a few Saltines & an episode of Veronica Mars, I was feeling tremendously better.  

By the time I was ready to pick up Big Sis, I managed to clean a sink full of dishes, start a load of laundry, and dress myself - and Big J - in something other than pajamas.  

Then I foolishly did my workout (stupid, but at least I'm still on schedule), and ended up in bed by 10pm.  

It's amazing that 21 hours of sleep over 2 days can make you feel like a brand-new person.  

*I think my husband is right, and winter is NOT the time to indulge in salads.  The risks have not made it worth the rewards.