I have been ill. Terribly ill. The kind of ill where the cool tile of the bathroom floor is heavenly and the bath mat seems the perfect place to take a nap. The kind of ill that makes you wonder if maybe death isn't preferable.
I blame my children and my husband, as they all had it before me and the germs had the opportunity to morph into a super-virus before I succumbed. I was so sick I actually wanted to drink water (and for a hard-core soda lover, that is saying a lot).
I begged Mr. Barefoot to stay home from work. He didn't. He called his mom, and she did come over after a while.
The Sprouts haven't seen me at all today.
I got to talk to my Mommy, and that made me feel a little better (yup, I am just a kid at heart).
And now I am tired.