I guess I may have gotten a little over-zealous about how much I could do yesterday...being well again and all. I got up and really attacked the day, frustrated over having totally lost 3 days of the week already! By about 3:00 yesterday afternoon I felt completely wiped out and never really got my 'oomph' back. Last night we just crashed and watched movies (one with the kids, and then one for us - or me, rather - I finally got to see "Becoming Jane" which I've been waiting to see ever since it came out back in September!!)
This morning when I got up I wasn't feeling bad, but my body is definitely warning me that if I don't want to re-lapse, I better reign myself in and take it easy a bit. So today I'm going to be much more low-key.
I'm not even going to be heading to church tonight, as Lukey actually did start again yesterday with a fever over 102, so I need to keep him home. Poor little guy...with nose running, eyes all puffy and watering, and while hacking up a storm, he begged me to let him go out in the snow and play with his brothers. It broke my heart to look at that adorable little face and explain that no, he was too sick to go play in the snow. He insisted "No! I'm better!!" and even tried to smile. He even was managing to get his daddy on his side, saying "Would it really be that bad if he's all bundled up...?" But I stood firm - and sold him on his new Play Doh set instead. That's worked for all of about 15 minutes, and now he's asking again. Poor guy... But this momma's had enough sickness, and I'm stickin' to my guns on this one!!
But can you just imagine how hard it is to resist this face?!?!?