Sick

So I'm sick. Not I'm going to die sick, not even I can't move sick- but too sick to think right and too sick to do anything requiring more energy than say- walking across a room type sick. I'm that type of sick where you're TIRED and your head, ears, throat and just about everything else hurts. Took Big Kid to the Dr because he was high fever and vomiting sick this weekend and woke up with soars on his mouth. Seen that before, make the appt and find out he's got strep. I make an appointment for myself because I get strep very easily and as I said before- my throat hurts. Dang it.

Go to the Dr and find out I DON'T HAVE IT. Man, I hate to waste that $15 copay- but I didn't. He reinforced that I WAS SICK just told me I have to wait it out. That and I got my flu shot- so that was good (and it didn't even hurt).

3 days of being at home for the better part of the day and 3 days where we couldn't really get anything done. Wanted to spend a couple hours cleaning the carpets- didn't. Wanted to go through the boys clothes and clear out the stuff they don't wear/are too small- didn't (well we got our closet cleaned up so...). Wanted to rake and have the lawn in good shape- it isn't. But we did do lots of laundry. Of course alot of it was a result of the sick stuff needing to be cleaned up but oh well.

I want to clean, I want to file, I want to do something productive but... I can't. I'm tired.

Maybe getting sick is God's way of saying REST.