I'm down.
Home today with yucky flu-stuff.
Started getting around for school this morning, but ended up calling my principal for a sub.
I was having to concentrate way too hard on not throwing up.
Finished sub plans, got back home to do Sophie's hair and finish getting kiddos out the door. (So lucky that Corey can go in late at times like this.)
Got him and the kids out the door and 3 minutes later I was kneeling over the toilet.
Lots of fun.
I don't get sick very often. I rarely take sick days for myself. (Which is a good thing. Since I used up all my leave time with Miss Gretchen, I'm thinking that staying home today is going to end up costing us a couple hundred from my paycheck. ) But pausing at various times during the middle of the day to go throw up wouldn't have worked out too well.
Feeling a little perkier since my sweet hubby hooked me up with ibuprofen, Gatorade and toast when he was home at lunch. I've ventured out of bed to the couch. Haven't kneeled at the thone for a few hours. But thinking I better rest up a little before my crew comes home in 2 hours.
Boo for sick days.
And boo for the fact that even despite all this, I'm still looking around thinking, "I should at least be doing some laundry or something!"
Mommies shouldn't be allowed to get sick.