Isn't it ironic?

G has been sick for the past few days, and Hubs schedule has been absolutely crazy this week with him not getting home until after 8 a few nights.  Anyone with a sick kid knows how much more demanding it is, plus my little heart breaks because he is still too little to understand what's going on.  Last night I used my tired body to climb into bed and break open my book, This Christmas. It's 3 short stories, and I was finishing up the second. It was about a do-it all mother who had lost herself in the shuffle of life, blah blah blah, the usual. Anyway, another character in the book mentioned how women always take care of others first, even subconsciously, like when mothers are the last ones to get sick in a household.  They take care of everyone else, and when they are all okay, her body finally says 'okay, now you can fall apart'. Interesting concept, I looked back on my childhood and could recall this happening on several occasions to my mom.

Can you see where this is going?

I swear I was feeling fine all day, and the minute Hubs walked in from his 6 hours of flag football playing (don't ask), and I knew the craziness of our schedules was over, my throat felt the teeeeensiest bit sore.  I went to lay down for a few, and when I got up it was full blown. I'm talking sore throat, throbbing ears, chills, body aches. Noooooooooooooo. Better now than Thanksgiving I imagine.  Want to know how bad I feel?  I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE ENERGY TO CROCHET OR STAMP. Yes folks, it's serious.

I have quarantined myself to the bedroom with a large cup of tea and honey, and thank God for Hallmark Christmas movies.

Before I go, I have a few teaser pics of things I am almost finished.  My apologies for the poor picture quality, but I'm sure you'll understand.

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