Well, no longer am I the last man standing when it comes to the flu that hit our house the week before Christmas. First two of the kids got it, then the third kid, then the husband. I was like a one man band running around taking care of all my little sick patients and washing my hands til they were practically washed off my body! One of my kids still seems to have lingering effects from it, with a cough she just can’t seem to shake! Even a trip to urgent care for that one… she really got it good.

And then this past Friday, I was like a dead body trying to get up in the morning to get things going for the day ahead. So much a dead body, that I just went back to bed and slept until 2pm. And it’s been like that since Friday.

All weekend long, with a huge snowstorm that hit and everything, poor hubby had to be the primary care taker with ZERO help from me, as I laid in bed, either sleeping or binge-watching nonsense. And if you know me, that is SO not my style. I’m not one to just lay there and binge watch anything. But with no energy and feeling like such crap, that’s all that could be done.

Today, I’m feeling a bit more among the living. Like… I made breakfasts and lunches AND emptied the dishwasher. Woo hoo! At least I feel like I’ve done something other than lay in bed. But yes, I’m still in pajamas. I’m hoping that I can get out to the grocery store tomorrow since there’s barely anything to eat in the house and poor hubby has been holding down the fort with whatever he’s been able to scrounge up.

Little by little, I keep telling myself. Gonna try to not become a cowboy and then set myself up for a relapse!