It’s flu season, and I think we can all agree that being sick is THE WORST. However, I’m going to take a second and throw myself a pity party. Until you’ve been sick at 38 weeks pregnant you don’t know what terrible is. Pity me, internet. Pity me.
So this weekend I’ve been sick. I think it’s probably an upper-respiratory infection, but I didn’t bother going to the doctor to get it confirmed since they can’t actually DO anything for that. But to the point, I spent most of Sunday in bed. I slept until 9:00 or so. If you don’t have kids you’re probably like, “ONLY UNTIL 9?!?!”, but trust me, that’s sleeping in. At 9:30 I went back to bed and slept another 2 hours.
Around 3:00 I tried to read a book. I didn’t feel like I needed to sleep, just like I needed to lie down so the dizziness would stop. So I decided to read. I made it like, 5 minutes in before I put the book down.
This got me thinking. I almost never stay home sick, but I don’t know about you guys, when I do I spend most of the day either sleeping or watching TV. As much as I love to read, it doesn’t typically make my sick-day agenda.