It started on Saturday morning. Bash woke up not feeling well. He likes to sleep in the bathtub and relax as part of his healing process.
I thought he was kidding. He can’t be sick…they don’t have to go to school on Monday. Bash isn’t a faker, at least when it’s not a school day. I ran to the store and got the essentials: saltines and mini cokes the sure-fire way to extinguish any stomach ache. By mid day he said he was fine, which was great because we had hockey plans. It was a couple mere hours of him feeling fine before he was right back in the tub.
One kid down, keep the other at arm’s length and make sure everyone is washing their hands more than usual and we’ll be fine; I thought. The kids usually sleep in the same room but to ensure we stick with only one sick kid, I took Bash and Nathan took our little one. On Sunday I got a sub for my Monday yoga class, my mom doesn’t want sick kids at her house and I couldn’t run the risk of Bash not being 100%.
Then it hit.
Me.
HARD.
Monday morning I was fine. I had to work Monday night. Eli was running around, Bash was feeling better but still resting and out of no where I was taken out. Much like those banana peels cartoon scenes one minute I’m walking just fine and the next I’m down for the count.
Mothers and Fathers should have immunity to their children’s sickness.
That is a definite flaw in the human design.
I cancelled work, I’m beyond grateful that they were able to get it covered hours beforehand. Then the flu sunk its nasty fishhooks in me and wouldn’t let go. Tuesday (another work day) was worse. I had to call in and again they were so quick to figure it out. I had a headache for three days, one that ibuprofen didn’t stand a chance against. The coldness co
uld only be cured from a SUPER hot bath and blankets piled up. My little men mothered me in a language only love understands. When my husband got home he took over.
The kids missed almost the entir
e week of school. I missed a whole week of work. I feel like I’m still in recovery mode. I just haven’t ever been that sick before.
When we get sick, isn’t that our bodies telling us to slow down and practice self-love?
I let go of my New Year Ideas that week by picking up some extra shifts. Boundaries and saying No seemed to escape me and the sickness took its place.
It was a HARD needed lesson to learn so quickly in the New Year.
So here I sit, in a face mask, doing some self-care as I heal. I’m not going to judge my body when it says nap. Things will get done as they need to. And if the things don’t get done, I’m fine with that too.
Feeling good is enough.
I can’t wait until I’m 100% again.
Take time for you. Don’t run yourself too thin and run the risk of getting sick. It’s much easier to make time now then go through weeks of healing time.
Much love,
Namaste,
Jes xoxo