The same illness that kicked my ass in January, came back will full force Jackie Chan kung-fu kicks yesterday.
And of course, yesterday was Father's Day and Mr. Me and myself's eleven year anniversary.
Nothing like spending your eleven year anniversary withering in pain while you force your husband to do everything child-care related.
So today I'm recovering and am E.X.H.A.U.S.T.E.D.
When I get struck with this illness, the day after is almost as worst because my body is just dejected. It's down and out and I just want to crawl into bed, watch cartoons with my nugget and spend the whole day that way.
While it's tempting, I have a two year old that won't sit still that long and life continues with dishes piling up, laundry mounting and an army of animals that need to be fed.
And I must do what all Mommy's do when they are struck with illness, suck it up and be a Mommy about it.
No child waits for a sick Mommy.
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