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