Ok... I have been fighting the cold season for quite some time now and it finally hit me. I have made sure that my hands were washed frequently - I even cleaned my desks at school at least once a week. But my body could not fight it off anymore... When I arrived home from school last night, I was already getting the scratchy throat. It progressively got worse as the night went on. It seemed to settle more into the chest area. Anytime I laid down in bed, it felt like some big monkey was sitting on my chest. I eventually had to attempt to sleep on the couch in an upright position. It was the only way to relieve some of the pressure. Around 4:30 this morning when Chad woke up to get ready for his track run, I went downstairs and called into our substitute coordinator. I figured it was better for me to stay home and get as much rest as I can and try to fight this, this... whatever this is. As the day progressed, I felt like such a slug. Things kept racing through my mind of what I should be doing - another load of laundry was waiting for me, dishes in the sick needed cleaned, I had more things to put away in baby Christopher's room... but I kept telling those things that I needed the rest. It was the whole point I stayed home.
But even though I know I did what I needed to do, I still feel like I wasted an entire day. But... if I feel better tomorrow, then I know it was all worth it. I know I already feel better than I did this morning. I just need to make sure that I continue to relax this evening. Have to make sure I feel better by Sunday so we can go show our spirit at Daddy's race... with bells and all!