We’ve been hit with the flu like a ton of bricks around here. Josephine started off on Saturday night, which meant Sunday was all laying around, watching yo gabba and cuddling. Oh yeah, and puking all over mama (not the cutest kid milestone).
I was forced to sit all day, which was probably good for me, at any rate, I read almost an entire book. But then Monday night I got sick. And Tuesday morning I could barely move. I had to call in to work on the worst possible week (I am in the middle of training four new employees). I was at home and did nothing productive all freaking day. It got me thinking. How terrible is it that when I’m super busy, all I want to do is nothing all day, but when I am forced to do nothing by a crippling flu, all I want to do is be productive? So messed up.