For over a week, I’ve had this cough. I’ve had a lot of sick-type stuff going on. The scratchy throat, runny nose, all that other yuck that comes with it. But for the most part, I felt pretty good. So I went to work as scheduled. I went out sightseeing with my husband’s parents when they were here. I worked some more.
This morning, after we got home from the library, I just crashed. My body is tired. My eyes don’t want to stay open. But my son wants to play trains. He wants me to find him certain toys. He wants to eat. The nerve.
So I’m doing everything I can to keep up. But I’m not sure how far I can push this body of mine. I’m not sure how much I want to, seeing as how we have another exciting weekend coming up. I’m thinking that nap time this afternoon should be nap time for both of us. I’m thinking that I have to just take it easy today. Maybe tomorrow, too.
Maybe the other stuff can wait. If I can get a bit more laundry done and pack my suitcase by sometime on Wednesday afternoon, maybe leftovers will be okay for dinner again. Maybe it’s not so bad for M to watch another round of Thomas the Tank Engine.
So I’ll have some more tea. See how things go. With luck, one of these days, I’ll get around to feeling better, and with something of a miracle, maybe the other guys in my household will continue to avoid catching this suck of a sickness.