Taking Care

Yesterday afternoon I came down with a terrible headache.

By the time I was finished eating dinner, it was debilitating.
I thought maybe I could lie down for a little while and feel better.
I thought maybe I could just rest and relax and read a little.
I couldn't.

I could only sleep.
And sleep.
I woke up for an hour or so when Dallin came in.
Then it was more sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the headache was still there, threatening to come back full force if I stood up.
This is NOT how I wanted to spend my weekend!
But my body was telling me to stay in bed.

And it was Saturday, so I could.
Dallin and I watched the next section a Revolutionary War documentary that we've been working our way through.
I read "Laddie".
(I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love this book.)
I ate some chocolates that Dallin brought home yesterday.
I slept some more, and my children played quietly and didn't disturb me even though Dallin was gone to Nathan's basketball game.
I read some more, feeling somewhat guilty that I was having such a good time with my headache.
I had a feeling that I should get up at 4:00 and get the house and family ready for Sunday.
I read and read and paused now and then to snuggle with a little one or check on a commotion that I heard.

4:00 Came.
I finished my chapter.

My headache was gone.
The kids and I cleaned the house and made dinner.
I helped Dallin start a poetry blog. (He's a poet, don't you know it?)
We bathed the littles and got them to bed.
I did the dishes.

It was a good day.
I feel cared for.