This Mama was down for the count.
Strep visited 3 of the 4 family members and I was the third. When I felt a strange burning on my tongue I hoped for the best. But I was up at 2:30 that night, pretty miserable, and making calls to my doctor’s office (did you know that the answering service can make appointments?! Most excellent!).
The doctor’s office swabbed me to confirm (rapid strep tests, also most excellent) and sent me packing with a prescription and directions to lay low for a day while those antibiotics started working. Kids at school, I called work, told them I was in quarantine, had them send me some work, picked up my prescription and went home to change into my pajamas.
Here’s the thing about being home sick. It is hard not to look around my house and see things that need doing. In my mind, I had laid out my plan for the day. The plan consisted of mostly work, with just a few “I’m-sick-but-not-on-my-deathbed” housekeeping tasks thrown in. Work 3 hours, change sheets, put away laundry, change diaper genie, take out trash, return library book, start dinner, work three more hours, get kiddos. Sounded good to me.
But you know what? My plan was dumb.
I was tired. I was sick. And I was (am!) 6 months pregnant.
Mamas, self care is too often sacrificed for the sake of laundry. Aren’t we smarter than that?
Laundry is never going to go away. But hopefully, with rest, fluids, and Amoxicillin, strep throat will.
So I amended the plan. Housekeeping triage. I removed the stinky things from the house (trash and diaper genie), made some tea, did some work (but not enough) while sitting on the couch in pajamas, and took an hour-long nap. Much better.
The laundry will still be there tomorrow – and yes, there will be more of it – but I’ll be feeling better.