Moms don’t take sick days

You may already know this, but moms don’t take sick days. Growing up I remember my mom taking a sick day once (it may have been more than that but it’s unlikely).  She had a migraine and images-2shut the bedroom door (shut the door!  Whoa.  Serious stuff there). I believe she said something like “Do not open the door unless the house is on fire!” and she also instructed my sister and me to be quiet in such a way that we were silent for the entire day.

 The past extended holiday weekend my family had the flu.  This includes me because I am part of said family. On Friday I felt fine. I went shopping with my mother and sister and I didn’t feel great, but I just chalked it up to a 2,000 calorie lunch.  It seemed like a good idea at the time. I even went to the gym and worked out…hard.  On Saturday I went to the gym early and felt worse as the day wore on but not sick. My husband was sick. I quarantined him in the bedroom. Throughout the day I felt progressively less swell and at one point I laid down on the floor with the little one and fell asleep watching The Gilmore Girls on Netflix. I was unable to admit I had succumbed. I thought I had simply worked out too hard two days in a row.

By Sunday I was toast. And here are the things that also happened while I was toast: I walked the dog, went to the coffee shop (I hope you didn’t get sick there, if you did sorry. I was in sick denial), the gym, PetCo (they had a sale and I got $20+ back), laundry, set up new aquarium, laundry, walked the dog, laundry, and laundry. The icing on the cake is that during this whole episode I also feed the kiddo every 3 hours or so which meant prying myself out of a warm blanket on the couch (you know so I didn’t get sick from quarantined husband in the bedroom) a few times at night.  This was especially cruel because last week he strung together a couple of 6 hours sleeps in such a fashion that I was sure he was on a roll. He was not. I should’ve never washed those lucky PJs.

I don’t say this to brag. I was honestly in denial and that’s why I think moms never take sick days.  There is always so much to do and if I’m awake every three hours well then I might as well get at it. On the other hand it will all still be there tomorrow!


6 Reasons Why Getting Up Early is Good for You

I wake up early. It’s a fact.  Without an alarm I am known to sleep in until about 7:30 or so (with the exception of that brief stint in high school when I could sleep until forever). When I was in college I woke up early too. It was quiet and peaceful in the morning and I could eat waffles and potato triangles and then go back to bed if needed. When I went out every Friday and Saturday in my 20s, I would get up and do yard work early the next morning. My mom and sister wake up early too. You could say that it’s a family thing because it’s really more than them, but I don’t want to leave you a laundry list of family.

  1. When you get started early in the day you get more done. It really is that simple.  You want more hours in a day? Get up earlier.
  2. You have an excuse to take a nap if you get tired in the afternoon.
  3. Mornings are quiet and pretty.  Sunrises only happen once a day. If you live in a warm climate it’s rarely stifling first thing in the morning.
  4. It’s a great time to run errands and work out.  Stores aren’t that busy and the people who are at the gym are also go getters. Plus you can cross off all of your to dos early in the day!
  5. The weirdos are still sleeping. Now they might be sleeping on your favorite walking route, but sleeping is sleeping and sleeping weirdos are harmless.
  6. You can impress your friends and neighbors. And honestly isn’t that what it’s all about?