Saturday, March 15, 2014

Sick Days and The Last Supper

This crazy thing happened.  I went away to a women's retreat for a couple days and worked my tail off and had a blast.  I came home and sat on the couch.

I didn't get up for about 3 days.



Once I had recovered enough from my illness to shower, dress myself, and go to work I had a lot of catching up to do from being off the grid for so long and before I even realized it, I hadn't blogged in over a week.

So sorry about that.

I'm not really sure there was some sort of bug hanging out in my system that was just waiting for me to stop moving to take its opportunity to strike or what, but I swear to you that it was the very second I arrived home last Sunday that I was immediately hit with whatever hateful thing this was that left me exhausted, nauseous, dizzy, rocking a fever, experiencing some delightful bathroom excursions, and rendering me completely useless to everyone around me.

It was so bad on Monday that just getting up off the couch to move over a load of laundry exhausted me so much that I crashed out for another hour.  My kids watched a LOT of TV that day, let me tell ya.


We basically pushed the "Repeat" button on Tuesday too.  (P.S.  That book you see there in my lap was awesome.  A really good mystery that fed right into my love of fiction involving the English aristocracy at the turn of the century.)

So I really have a lot to tell you about.  I need to write all about the Breakaway retreat - what I did there, what the event was like, what went really well and what went wrong, and all that jazz.  The short version is that it was an incredible weekend of worship, learning, laughing, and working hard.

We also drank wine in the hallway and reenacted Bible stories using Joanna's hair as a beard.


So there's that.

Yup, lots to tell you about.  For now we are getting ready to attend the baptism of my husband's goddaughter after we cut the boys' hair, clean up the five superhero and Star Wars puzzles that are all over the kitchen table, and brew another pot of coffee because Mama is TIRED!

We'll chat soon.


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