I don’t know what truck hit me today- never got the licence plate number- but man.

Every inch of my body hurt, I could hardly keep my eyes open and I felt deathly afraid of food.

My strategy for the entire day boiled down to one thing- don’t die. I got up for about half an hour at seven then said nope and went back to my bed until two.

The relief of having another capable parent around on days like this I don’t think can be overstated.

The girls played most of the day without bothering me, and my little dude had his “nap” in the room with me. And by nap, I mean he rolled around on the bed making it impossible for me to nap.

I managed to finish the 4 laundry hampers full of sheets and towels and cloths somehow in between naps, and accomplished nothing else.

And yet I feel like I ran a marathon. I wish I could see which little microorganism is doing this and tell it to hit the road, jack, but alas, that’s not an option.

Fingers crossed tomorrow is a better day!