As soon as I wrote yesterday’s post, I got sick. Actually, it was a little later, like at 11:38 in the morning. I felt a tad bit achy and tired, but hoping it was just my lazy bones acting up, I decided to do a workout anyway. About ten minutes into it, I quit. I ached all over. I laid down on the sofa and stayed there for the rest of the day.
And after writing about how I prefer that my kids get sick instead of me, too. How ironic.
The munchkins did a great job of caring for me. I put Yo-Yo in charge of frying up the leftover baked potatoes for lunch, and there were only three minor mishaps: a potato caught fire, Yo-Yo sliced his finger, and Miss Beccaboo poured boiling water over her hand. I didn’t even get up off the couch.
This morning I’m a little better, though still sore and woozy. I’m sipping tea and popping pills and hugging my water bottle (the best invention EVER). I have visions of cooking and am typing these words, so I must be on the mend, right?
Some other reads (since I’m not that much fun to hang with today):
*kale carbonara, a little healthier version of the stuff I love
*a glass of sprite, about teaching kids self-reliance
*the tiger mom (you’ve heard about her, yes?)
*what I’m hungry for
*inspiration: take someone a meal
*I just checked and you can now read my Home Education article online!