This past weekend, for the first time in two months, Adam and I had absolutely nowhere we needed to be.  We didn’t have to travel, there was no event, virtually no plans were made.  You know what my body thought would be an excellent thing to do?

Get sick. 

I spent pretty much the whole weekend fighting off a variation of the flu that Adam had a few weeks ago.  I’m actually still not 100%, so this is going to be short and sweet.  The couch, NCIS, and possibly a nap are in my very near future.

I don’t get sick very often and each time I do, I remember how BAD at being sick I am.  I do NOT like sitting around all day.  I do NOT like putting everything on hold to recuperate.  I do NOT like having someone else tackle my to-do list, even if they are my wonderful husband trying to help as much as he can.  I just don’t like it.  I feel lazy.  I feel like I’ve failed.  I feel like I should just suck it up and get over it.

But we all know that’s silly.  I’m sick, not lazy or a failure.  And every time I do just suck it up and get over it, it takes twice as long for me to get better because I don’t give my body the rest it so desperately needs.

So I’m taking a sick day.  

While it might seem silly for someone who works from home to take a sick day, I can tell you it is a struggle.  Because I work from home, my work is always at hand.  It’s always staring me in the face and I’m always thinking of things I should/could be doing.  But not today.  I’m going to turn in a few things that I worked on, post this blog, and then head back to the couch.  I can’t promise I won’t do a few things (I’m home alone and lunch has to get made somehow), but I will do my best to take it easy.

I hope you are feeling much better than I am this morning and I hope to be on the mend soon!