I wake up with a body that hurts everywhere, like a truck has run me over. Yesterday was a day of pain, a day of (half) inactivity (after all the house and kids, not to mention your work, still need running), a day when I still had to figure how to get my son to school and back, when I still had to send him to a play date so I could get some middle of the afternoon unexpected rest.
As we were growing up my mom used to say: 'Moms can never get sick.' At that time I thought she meant moms need to be present (like, all the time!). Little did I know she mostly meant she didn't feel entitled.