Taking Care

I called-in sick today.  Its not that I'm not well....its that I am.....un-well.

And I knew if I didn't do something about it. Today. That I would keep getting more tired, more frustrated, more overwhelmed.

So I took that a-hole, burning-it-at-both-ends bull by the horns and kicked its ass to midnight.

 I called-in sick. I got a massage. I hung out with my husband. I napped in the sun with Holly. I drank green tea and hot chocolate. I read a magazine, did a couple loads of laundry.

And I feel SO much better.

So much better that when my girl asked me to give her a pedi, instead of feeling put out and grumpy I felt enthusiastic and grateful that she wanted me to take care of her.

So I did.