All day at work on Friday I kept thinking "Something just feels wrong. Something's wrong." I was exhausted and foggy brained, but mostly I just felt icky.
No, this is not leading into a pregnancy announcement. If you even considered it, go pinch yourself. Hard. No.
No, this leads to a flu-ish yuck. I came home Friday and managed to help with bedtimes but was so wiped out that I was in bed myself by 7:30. I came out of bed a few times Saturday for 15-20 minutes each, mostly to grump and yell and then stomp back up to bed for a few more hours.
Sunday, 38 hours after I went to bed, Rob reminded me I had volunteered to teach Sunday school this morning.
And so I'm up and dressed and just barely survived a trip to the grocery. Rob is coming down with it now and, of course, my classes start tomorrow. Here's hoping the kids manage to avoid this.