There is a funk floating around our house. Brother was the first to catch it, with Hubby a close second.
I was having such a hard time motivating yesterday - pretty typical for a Monday. But by 1:00, I started feeling achey. By three, I was parked on top of the heater with a raging fever and a pounding head, trying to chase away the chills. It's a wonder I didn't burn off my eyebrows. I had thawed chicken breasts, planning on fixing something delicious for dinner, but the kids got grilled cheese sandwiches and frozen vegetables, a magnificent feat in light of how I was feeling.
As Sister was getting ready to go to bed last night, she put her arms around me and I laid my head on her shoulder. "Tomorrow," she said, "I'll make you some tea and that will make-ted (an adorable grammatical error) you feel better."
Her tenderness gave me little goosebumps all over. Or maybe that was a chill.
"Thank you, Honey," I said, as she patted me softly. "You're sweet."
She gave me a soft, little kiss on the cheek and said, "Yeah. I am."
Today the fever is gone, but I still have that fuzzy, slow-motion feeling and my throat feels like I swallowed glue. I wrestled with it a bit, but I think I will stay home from school. With all the emphasis my professors put on attendance, I'm feeling guilty, and slightly angry that I'm feeling guilty. But it's okay to stay home when you're sick...right? Good grief, can I GET A SICK DAY HERE???!!!
Editorial Note: In case you're wondering why my slacker husband didn't help me out yesterday, he was at school. Had he been home, I am quite sure he would have given me a foot massage, cooked a seven-course meal and done every stitch of laundry...right, Honey?