Sick Day

I took a sick day today. I haven't been well the last few days and it has caught up with me. I am exhausted and my brain is mush. It is something I'm just going to have to deal with periodically throughout my life. Unfortunately, my once every three to four months episode fell right in the middle of one of the busiest weeks of the year. Oh well, so is life!

Deni caught wind of me staying home today. I had full intentions of her going to the sitter as she does everyday. Everyone is exhausted I think, but little Deni is just not used to these long days of babysitter, catching the bus and going to school etc.
She asked if I was staying home because I "looked like I wasn't feeling good again." "Cos' if you're staying home I want to stay and sleep in too."
Then she told me I should get in her bed and snuggle up with her, because her bed is very comfy, and it would make me feel better.

Sometimes, when I pause long enough to realize it, I know just how much I miss not being home with my kids. Dennis and I really try hard to make the time with them count. Our kids can be pretty grown up for their ages because they've had to be. But I do feel like we are a team. Like there is sometimes a very thin line between the adults and the children. We all work for each other, and very well together. Together, we are supporting each other with our dreams and goals and in doing so each of us sacrifices something for the other. Our love for each other is strong, and I couldn't ask for anything better in the world.

I laid in bed with Deni for a good twenty minutes. We cuddled, and when each of us kept peeking out at each other from our covers, we giggled too. She decided that she should cook me breakfast. She asked if I've ever eaten dad's "eggs with the ham and cheese mixed in" (picture her making a mixing motion here). I asked her how to make it and she said she would show me.
So we got up to make breakfast.

I don't know how that kid can put away so much food sometimes!

I ate a few bites, but still wasn't feeling too well. When I laid on the couch for a few minutes she asked me to turn on one of her favorite songs.

Because dancing always cheers her up, and maybe I should dance too, so I would feel better.
Of coarse I wasn't up for dancing, but I was happy to take a few pictures of her dancing.

Don't I wish I had the mind and reasoning of a five year old. How simple it would be to "feel better". Sleep-in, eat a rich breakfast and dance it out to your favorite music.

Deni wishes I could stay home with her all the time. The only thing that would get me to quit my job is if I won the lottery...

I guess I'd better get to buying that ticket.