One thing I have noticed about working moms and germs is we don't have a "get out of work free" card. Unfortunately when sick, it becomes a catch 22 regarding taking care of ourselves. We could call in sick to work, but that means we are home and there are a million things calling our names - laundry, dishes, dusting, mopping, dinner, clutter, bills, kids, that to-do-list that I forget about until I get to work and cannot do - and peace and quiet is not what we will be encountering. Oddly enough, just by staying at work, we might be able to get a little more rest than we would otherwise find in our noisy nests. This week was that week for me.
Ah to have the luxury of calling in sick and watching movies, resting, eating soup prepared for me, napping, and more soup.
That has become one of my goals. Teach my little bear how to make soup and snuggle with me when I don't feel good.
This might take a while considering he is 3.
Plan B- nap after work and drink lots of tea, down the Emer-Gen-C, and take Advil. Oh, and corndogs constitute as a perfectly reasonable dinner.
I am hoping to finally kick this thing.
Now to put Xavier in bed for nap and I will crash on the couch---hopefully!
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