Health day.

I woke up this morning to find out that fibromyalgia had kicked my butt. Overnight. Well, not really overnight. It's been working up to it slowly over the last month or so. Damn you, fibromyalgia (she said, shaking her fist)! Late nights and weekends at work. Too few days off cramming too much fun and not-so-much fun into too little time. The fates have conspired to make me miss my acupuncture and massage appointments, tai chi classes, and regular healthy meals. Oh and there's that stress stuff, too. It makes my muscles ache. It keeps my mind in a fog. I can't sleep so I've been going to bed too late. I've been eating chips and meat of unknown origin. And gluten. I am not proud.

So, today I woke up and decided that maybe I just wouldn't wake up after all.  Maybe I'd just sleep another hour or three. You know, until like 7. And so I did. I called in sick. 

The husband went to work and the girl child to camp, and so I was left to my own devices in the house with the sleeping boy child. He is fourteen now which means he needs at least eleventy hours of sleep each day. At least. Since I had some time on my hands I did some work but I made myself stop. STOP! Because it's very easy to segue from work to paying household bills to doing housework. This is not helpful. It sort of defeats the purpose of the sick day, you know?

So I woke up the sleeping boy child. They say never to wake a sleeping child and one would assume that pertains only to babies but sometimes it pertains to to fourteen-year-olds, although today it did not. Lucky for me, because a grumpy teen can  be ever-so-much worse than most other formerly sleeping children. I know this from experience. I am sure that some of you reading this would agree. 

And so now, I am taking advantage of my sick day, which I am going to call my health day instead. I have a chair and a book and a boy child, and for today, this is all I need.