Sick

Okay, so I am officialy sick.

I tried to fight it off.

I tried denying it.

All I want is to curl up and be left alone. I don't want to be cuddled. I don't want to be touched, it hurts so badly.

Even the feel of cloth against my skin hurts.

Wait, I do want to be touched, gently. I want to be pampered and spoiled and pampered.

I want hot bath and even hotter soup.

I thankfully have the day off. . . . from work anyway.

Parenting is one of those jobs where you just can't call in. Ever. I don't get sick days.

Well, sort of I do. Normally husband steps in, sends me off to bed, feeds me, and makes the children tiptoe like mice around the house.

Too bad he is as sick as I am. Which, never ever happens, so, when it does, I feel very obliged to take care of him. Cuddle him, cater to his every single whim. Anything to make him feel better.

So, if you guys don't see me for a couple more days, it's because this thing has kicked my ass into bed.