The Week From...Well...You Know

I've been sick all week. Ugh. I absolutely hate being sick. I should've stayed home from school, but it's just as much work to prepare for a sub as it is to put in a movie and sit there myself.

This started at 2am Tuesday morning - stomach bug. 'Nuff said. 24 hours. I feel like I still haven't fully recovered. By mid-morning on Tuesday, my voice started going out. I was achy but no fever. No energy. Rescheduled my chiropractor appointment and took myself home that afternoon.

Wednesday - absolutely no voice. Nothing. It's been years since I've had laryngitis that bad. But at least the tummy bug was over. Still achy. Still no fever. Still no energy. But had to go to a Court of Honor for Chris. So I went and couldn't speak.

Thursday - voice was coming back. Still somewhat achy. Still no energy. But...still had to go to the chiropractor, take John to his counseling appointment. Mom's work is never done.

By Friday I knew what I had to do. I had to go to bed. And that's what I did. I assigned the boys some Friday afternoon chores so the house wouldn't look quite so atrocious when Richard came home. I got in my pj's and took to my bed. I stayed there all Friday night and all day Saturday. And my boys were great. They did everything I had put on their lists. And they did it without complaining. (Really!)

Richard came home Friday evening. We had already talked about what was to transpire this weekend. I was staying in bed. He was great about it. He cleaned the kitchen, took the boys to a movie on Saturday while I napped.

By Sunday, I was feeling better, but still not great. I considered not going to church, but then remembered it was the Seminary program and I wanted to be there for that. Well, that was inspired because Chris gave an absolutely fantastic talk - and so did the other youth. (That should probably be another blog post.) It was also inspired because my very in-tune friend asked me if I thought I needed a blessing. Uh...YEAH! There's an idea. (Why do we not take advantage of priesthood blessings like we should? Afraid of overuse maybe? I don't know.)

So I came home after sacrament and put my feet up again. Brother Mac came by later and he and Richard gave me a wonderful blessing. I felt better almost immediately. Maybe my "very in-tune friend" was right. Much of my feelings this week - the not-being-able-to-fight-this-off-well is due to the stress of the end of the year.

We still have 8 days of school. E.I.G.H.T. Everyone else in the known universe gets out this Friday. We get out next Thursday. I've given up cleaning. I've given up cooking. As long as the boys have clothes on their bodies and some type of food in their bellies, I'm good. I'm not even sure if I care if they're clean. And so my blessing was very much needed and told me exactly what I needed to hear.

My back still hurts, my head still hurts, my neck still hurts and I'm still coughing. (Yeah, I'll be chatting with my chiropractor about the first three things.) But I *feel* better. I know that I can make it now. It's going to be a good eight days. I've been promised that and I believe it.