I’m taking a sick day. For real, this is misery, people. (in interest of full disclosure, I am the biggest baby when I’m sick) Thankfully, I don’t get sick often, which I think makes the ratio of wimpy-ness to time infirmed correlate perfectly, but maybe I’m just justifying.

If you’d like Dr. Google’s official diagnosis it’s either flu or Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. Dr. X weighed in on RMSF but due to the absence of tick infestation I’m sticking by the flu. While I’m tempted to spare you the details, I won’t. My toenails and eyelids are achy (in addition to every other square-millimeter of my body inside and out), I am exhausted, with migraine, and to put the icing on the fresh baked cake of woe, let’s just say my digestive system isn’t quite doing it’s job.

So a day off it is. While I am fanticizing about my darling husband running me a hot bath, delivering cool wash cloths, installing a bidet, and massaging my aching bod, someone has to bring home the bacon and tattoo the universe. Instead, it looks like I’m in for lots of nursing, endless rounds of match-game with my boy and maybe, just maybe, an afternoon nap. Let’s just hope this is the quick and painful bout of flu-ness because as you all know Mama is NOT allowed to be sick.

I leave you with some random cuteness. Because you all know you want to don some “Max shoes”, a dragon cape and rock out every once and a while.