And again ...

I love my kids. I really do.

Sometimes I have to remind myself of that, especially times like these when I'm sick again. This cold already made a trip through the house, first catching the girl, then me, then the boy. Out of the blue, the girl got sick again this weekend and I made the mistake of letting her crawl in my bed for most of Sunday. When I woke up Monday morning, I was short of breath and woozy, by noon I was fading fast. I did some quick calling around, trying to find a substitute for the next day, and by the time I finally got home that night, I fell apart. The girl coughed so hard she threw up and I could barely stand up long enough to help and comfort her.

Yesterday I spent the day immobile, unable to lift my head off the pillow.  Muscle aches, coughing so hard I have bodily fluids squirting out of everywhere (ewwww!!) ... by noon it became apparent to me that i wouldn't be able to work today either. It took me a couple of hours to find a phone so I could call work ... if the substitute was bad, I was going to try to go in today. Luckily, the person that came in was good; he had subbed in a Media Center before and I asked if he could cover for me today also.

So, I'm home for my second day. Maybe today I can actually eat something and try to get my strength back. Or I may just sleep the day away. Lots of things I should do but I have to keep reminding myself that I'm home SICK for a reason ... because I'm SICK.

Ok, gonna get some more ice for my water and maybe some dry cereal. And get back to bed.