Why Being Sick is a Great Thing

So, I haven't been sick for years. (Really, years.) Sometimes I think I just don't have time to get sick. This weekend I started feeling bad on Friday. By Saturday, I was snuggled up in bed with piles of tissues and hot herbal tea. But, guess what? It was like a mini vacation.

1) I got to sleep as much as I wanted. My kids tease me about this all the time. I LOVE to sleep. It was great to have the kids open the door, check on me and tiptoe out to let me sleep. 

2) It felt good to skip some "extra" stuff in our constantly packed schedule. I sent the rest of the family, but I just stayed home and relaxed.

3) Don't laugh at this one: people didn't want to be near me. Aahhh, personal space.


4) I got to lay in bed snuggled up watching movies for a day and a half. Oh, the laziness.

5) When my son was in kindergarten, he broke his leg and had surgery. He was in a Navy hospital where they didn't deal with kids all that often. He was pretty spoiled by the nurses. One day he burst out with, "Finally, I've got my own servants." Wellll, now I know what he means. The family was so sweet. My husband got me anything I needed. He even went out to get me a salad from Subway at 9:00 at night.

Sad news, my vacation is over. Back to real life. I guess that's not all bad news: it means I'm feeling good again. But, I'm not dreading the next time I get sick, in fact, I'm kind of hoping it happens before another "X" years go by. Don't be surprised if our family takes a "sick" weekend sometime soon.