November 16, 2010 · 2 comments

I’m sick.

I hate being sick.

I’m not good at being sick.

I suck at being down for the count. (I was in bed all day Saturday and Sunday and all I could think about was the house needing to be cleaned, the things I needed to get accomplished. I worked a couple hours on Monday then came back to bed. Today, I took the boys to school and came back to bed.)

Today I thought I was feeling better.  I had napped, I watched my favorite show (Psych for those of you wondering), and had some lunch.  I decided it was time to throw a load of laundry in the washer.

So far so good, right?

Then I rested, got cocky and decided to clean our bathroom.  No, not the small 1/2 bath, but the master bath (because why would I start small??).  It took me a couple breaks, and a long time, but I did it. My bathroom hasn’t been so clean in (an embarrassingly) long time.

But now I am exhausted.  In my bones.

I can deal with the coughing.  I can deal with the sniffling and sneezing. I can even handle to the scratchy, nearly non-existent voice. But the exhaustion?

I can’t do exhaustion.

I can’t think straight, I can’t see straight.

(I’m not even sure how I’m writing this, except that Mike is not home and I have to stay sitting up so I can hang with the boys)

I’ll try again tomorrow, I guess.

{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }

flutter November 18, 2010 at 1:10 am

aw, feel better


Kyla November 19, 2010 at 8:57 am

I’m sick, too! And I feel like I just got DONE being sick like a week ago. BOO.


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