What a weekend...
Mid-day on Saturday, I started to get sick. It was probably the result of stress. I'd finished co-organizing a large event and was grateful that it went well, and that it was done.
I spent all day Sunday in bed while my rock star husband made pancakes, schlepped kids off to the zoo, taught the baby to walk, and brought me tea and ibuprofen around the clock.
And now, its Monday morning and I still feel like shit...not a little bit of shit, but a big old helping. Sneezing, coughing, aching, sore throat...I sound like a commercial.
And yet, life goes on. Kids still need to get to school and activities. The baby needs to test out her new walking moves, the dishes continue to pile, we need to make a meal for 25 at church tonight and somehow disinfect the hell out of this joint so that no one else takes the fall.
This is the joy of raising little ones while life happens. I'm getting ready to stand on my head and ingest liquid crack soon all in the name of rapid recovery. Because unfortunately, we can't afford for mama to be down for the count much longer.