Oh hey there. Just checking in to let you know that I’m alive. Did you miss me? If you hadn’t noticed, I was MIA since Easter weekend. Liam had a snotty nose throughout the long weekend, which he so kindly passed along to everyone else in the house. Except the adult version was much worse than a snotty nose. I had taken Monday off work to stay home with Liam since his day home was closed. Tuesday I called in sick to work in which Liam exclaimed ‘I really like this day’. I’m glad he was enjoying his sick day. I was feeling pretty gross. Wednesday, Liam went to his other grandma’s house and I attempted to go back to work, where I just went downhill. By Thursday I was a mess and ended up leaving work early and going straight to bed, where I stayed until Saturday morning. Everything hurt, I felt like my brain was on fire and my face was going to explode. It was basically the worst. Luckily Liam’s dad came home early and picked Liam up Friday morning so I could have some time to just lay in bed and wait for my impending death. I did miss having his little face look at me and say ‘Don’t be sick, mom. Just be happy.’ He’s some kind of sweet. Here I am on Sunday, a little more human, but still not over it. Worst.
On top of suffering from whatever illness I had, I was majorly suffering from FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out). I missed my regular routine, I missed working out, I missed Art Battle, I missed Amie’s baby shower, I missed Saturday morning yoga and Sunday Runday. I’ve had my fill of bad Netflix movies and naps and am ready for the real world again.
I appreciate all the texts and tweets offering deliveries of anything I needed. You’re all super sweet and I love you. <3