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The upward climb
I always say that when we have a free weekend I will spend time doing things that help me to relax while home, something I am not good at doing. There is always something that needs to be cleaned, a recipe to try, a post that needs to be typed. Everywhere I look there is something to add to my never ending list.
Give me a high five if you are the same way…I KNOW I am not alone here.
I hear my friends talk about naps, watching whole seasons of their favorite shows on Netflix, reading-books! I admit this makes me jealous.
I only have myself to blame. I set about to have 60,000 side jobs on top of my day job and being a wife and mother. I did this, and I love what I do. But sometimes I wish I had a whole day with absolutely nothing to do.
Enter the stomach virus.
I will not share the gory details of what happened from Friday night-Sunday morning but trust me when I say it was awful, disgusting and heinous.
The good part is that no one in my house seems to be sick (yet) so for that I am thankful. Bonus: every cleanable surface in my house is gleaming. Everyone in my house was gone for a majority of this saga so when I had a burst of energy Saturday evening I cleaned.
What being sick taught me: I needed rest. My body was broken down and needed a reboot via gastrointestinal distress. I haven’t slept so much and so deeply since before I had kids. There may be a reason for that.
In the last several months I have put everyone’s health before my own. Shoving vitamins, smoothies and veggies down my kids throats in the name of ‘staying healthy’ and in the meantime I have fallen off the soda wagon. The real stuff. Coke. My weakness. What do you think turning a blind eye to my own nutrition has done to me? Weakened my already half-assed immune system. Not just the Coke but also the sweets that I sneak here and there, conveniently forgetting to read labels, blah, blah. You get the point.
So I have learned a lesson here. While I may not be able to protect myself from invisible germs out there, I can take better care of myself. I am the master of my domain here, no one else.
Plus, every time I get sick my kids start worrying. They ask a million questions, treat me like I am going to break and I don’t like to see them like that. Plus, imagine how scary it is to wake up suddenly from a deep sleep to find your husband is checking to see if you are breathing and if you have a pulse! Yes, he did that. I am sad that he thought he should.
So, my body knew I needed rest. Too bad I had to learn it the hard way. I did get to sleep 46 out of 48 straight hours.
Be jealous ????
