Oh my gosh, I HATE being sick. I am finally back from the dead, after being sicker than a dog for the past 3+ days. I had strep throat and I think the flu too.
This is how I spent my weekend:
-in bed sleeping on and off
-doing absolutely nothing
-listening to Mike take care of the kids
-calling downstairs for anything I needed (and someone would lovingly bring it to me)
Doesn't sound so bad until you hear the rest of it:
-While I lay in bed my muscles ached, and I suffered through alternating chills and fevers.
-I was bored out of my mind. When I couldn't sleep anymore, my head ached too much to read or watch tv and my throat hurt too much to eat, drink, or even talk.
-Believe it or not, one of the hardest things about being sick is not being able to watch the kids; not just that, but listening to someone else watch them is even harder. Mike is a great Dad, but he just does things a little different than me (complete opposite sometimes--forgetting to feed them, not being able to find a single article of clothing, and NEVER taking them out of the house--not to complain or anything).
A weekend in bed would've have sounded pretty appealing to me a week ago, but after what I just went through, I am ready to be up and about again. Today Mike is back at work and I am back to being the "Mom" but I am still a bit sick. With the house a complete mess, the laundry from last week all over the place, and three days of fast food and take out under our belts, I have my work cut out for me today. Wish me luck.
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