Sick Day For Mom/Teacher

One of the hard things about being a full time mom/teacher is handling sick days. I woke up yesterday morning with a fever and very achy legs. Knowing that I had promised myself a full week of school, complete with all of these wonderful ideas for Science and Social Studies, I didn't allow myself to get back into the bed. I got up and pretended like everything was okay. We made it through the morning, had lunch, then...........I was done! My body was screaming louder than my conscience. I told myself, though I didn't really believe it, that I would just take a little time to rest, then finish up with school stuff later. Of course, when I did settle down to rest, I couldn't stop thinking about the dishes piled up from the morning, the unmade beds, and the books lying everywhere. So, okay, I got up and made all of it right...as right as I could with my legs rebelling against every step that I took. When I finally felt like I could rest with no guilt, I realized that school wasn't going to get finished. Jeff called to say that he got invited to go to a revival, but that he would stay home since I felt bad. I told him that the best thing he could do for me was to bring dinner home, which he did. I told him that I would be fine if he wanted to go. With the last meal of the day done, I knew I would be fine. The kids were great. They played quietly and even sent me a get well note complete with a photograph of themselves(Madison has learned to attached pictures to her emails).
My neighbor was home all day with, seemingly, the same thing that I had. Her son was in school, so she was alone in her bed resting with no responsibilities or guilt for the things that were left undone. For a moment, I felt a little envy. But then, as quickly as I felt it, it was gone. I knew that I wouldn't change a thing. I prefer a little guilt with my aches and pain any day!