I discovered I was getting sick on Sunday. Easter Sunday. The sore throat, the fuzzy head, the sleepiness... that was me.
Feed family, fold laundry, bathe children, supervise teeth brushing, bed time stories, fold more laundry.
Upon waking up this morning I contemplate calling in sick. I imagine it will go something like this:
Speak to boss: "good morning honey, i'm calling in sick"
The next day I wake up feeling refreshed.
The reality of today, thus far:
GO GET YOUR BACKPACK! GO GET YOUR SHOES! 3 more trips in and out of the house they finally got it right. We ended up being 15 minutes late for school.
Finally both kids are at school and I can relax. Until it's time to take the car in for it's estimate. My body obviously didn't get the memo that mom's aren't supposed to get sick.