I hate the in between.
I almost wish I would get sicker so I could stay home. The girls could go to the sitters' and I could have an afternoon of sleep. I had this thought when I first felt my scratchy throat and it made me a little happy. An afternoon of rest, even sick, sounds wonderful right now.
I have a terrible time missing work. I feel incredibly guilty so I must be practically bed ridden before I will call in sick. The husband thinks there is something wrong with that.
I know I would feel a lot better if I took one day to get some rest. Instead, I will keep forging ahead and feel sick for a week.
I'm a martyr like that. (And I'm not saying that with pride.)
I just feel run down. Gizmo is sleeping well but I am lucky if I get more than six hours of sleep. The other 18 hours of my day feel like I'm going full tilt.
Our weekends are full with little downtime. The husband sent me a list of things we are doing through June. I think there is one weekend where we don't have anything planned.
It is starting to catch up with me, hence the yucky feeling (but not yucky enough to stay in bed, which is where I should be so I stop feeling yucky.)
What is your threshold for staying home sick?