The kids have to be fed, and changed, and played with, and cuddled, and loved when the only thing I really want to do is climb back in bed and cry myself to sleep.
I decided that I could either be sick & miserable or sick & happy.
I'm choosing sick & happy.
So here goes.
Here are the few positive things that come from being sick:
- Jeff did get to stay home from work 1 day to take care of me. It was heaven, aside from the feeling sick part.
- I don't feel the least bit guilty over not cleaning my house.
- We have an excuse to watch movies all day long.
- Weston has been giving me hugs and kisses all morning because he knows I'm sick.
- I lost a few pounds in 2 days. Nice.
- I'm realizing just how wonderful it is to be healthy.
I'm praying my kiddos take long naps.
Have a fabulous day!
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1 comment:
Feel better soon. It's hard being the Mom & the sick one.
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