Yesterday, I had a little reboot. I was sick with a cold and pink eye (super fun) and was absolutely exhausted. All I did was sleep through the day and had zero interest or energy for anything other than watching TV with Jack and Mister Pick.
I didn’t have the energy to feel guilty for not going anywhere as a family. I didn’t worry about what I ate, or how “lazy” I was being. I just stayed at home, in my comfies, and reset myself.
I knew today I would feel better. I’d be out of the house, busy at work, drinking water, walking, eating healthy, and doing normal things again. But that incredible need to just rest and recharge was really evident to me. Mostly, I try to push through if we have time together to go on a walk, or spend the day at home being productive somehow, but nope. I just stopped.
Now, yeah, I’ve been sick before where I physically couldn’t get off the couch, but this was a conscious acceptance that I was run down and needed to recuperate before I was going to start this week feeling half way decent again.
I still have a sore throat and cough. I still have pink eye. I still feel tired but I am so much better than if I hadn’t rested so much while I had a chance on Sunday.