Why is it that as moms, when we get ill, we get REALLY ill. The twins brought home the usual back-to-school bug about a week and a half ago. Pretty got the snuffles and Boo got a cough; but, that's it. No fever, no aches and pains, nothing.
Yesterday morning, I woke up with the head cold from hell. I have a raging fever, chills, my nose has turned into a faucet and as such is now raw from the constant blowing, my entire body aches from my hair to my toe nails. I'm sick.
Of course, Mr. Twingle is out of town which is usually the case when I get sick and so I have to suck-it-up and get through the day.
Last night, Boo had Beavers and thankfully we have arrangements with a neighbour, that we take her son to Beavers and they bring Boo home. As soon as he got home at 8:00, I got him into bed and went to bed myself, where I stayed until 7:00 this morning. I slept through the alarm, waking with 15 minutes to get the twins up, dressed, fed, lunches packed and out the door for the bus at 7:15. Somehow, and I'm not really sure how, I managed.
And on that note, I end my pity post. If you got this far, thanks for reading.