Sometimes, on a rare occasion, a mom gets sick and is allowed to stay in bed for the day. That was my day today.
The stuffed nose and sore throat weren’t fun, but (should I admit this?) the idea of going nowhere, doing nothing sort of appealed to me.
Yes, the kids still did their school work. I even staggered out of the covers a few times to help them and answer their questions.
And they didn’t starve. In fact, my 11-year-old made me lunch, and a friend brought me homemade chicken noodle soup for dinner. (Thanks Twyla!)
My errands were completed by my 16-year-old, who still doesn’t mind driving around town if it means he can use up the gas in my vehicle instead of his.
Laying in bed, I had time to finish my Bible Study homework (Beth Moore, Breaking Free). And I pulled out a few books I’ve been wanting to read, especially A.W. Tozer’s The Knowledge of the Holy.
Since I didn’t feel well enough to actually write, I actually got caught up on my email correspondence and sent a “to-do” list to my wonderful webmaster, asking for updates on my website.
My plans for tonight include diving into A Stitch in Time, a soon-to-be-released novel by my friend Allison Bottke, who I’m going to write an endorsement for.
And, since my husband’s out of town for work, I propped myself in the center of the bed, tucked all the covers around me, and refused to even brush my hair or shower. (Sniff, sniff, although I that might be changing soon.)
Like a good patient, I’ve been upping my fluids and taking the antibiotics my doctor prescribed yesterday. Which means, I should be feeling better by tomorrow.
Then again . . .
. . . is it going too far for a mom to spend TWO days in a row sick in bed?