Getting sick or injured is always stupid.
And yet, I also appreciate those moments in life. They give you an excuse to do nothing, and to not feel guilty about it in the least.
Yesterday we were house bound. Wrigley fighting a little fever, me fighting my infection. Good times all around.
So we stayed in pajamas. And snuggled. And napped. And really did nothing at all.
And somewhere along the line I actually appreciated our circumstances – the excuse to stay in bed with my Cam Bam while the older boys took afternoon naps was an unexpected treat.
Kind of felt like we were winning, despite our ailments.