Put Down the Laptop and Slowly- very slowly- back away. Good.
I become so cranky about it that I tend to waste more time complaining about it than I do trying to get better.
I just had a very "sick" month. I suppose it had to do with the fact that my 2 year old just started pre-school. We'd been warned by friends with kids a bit older than ours that we needed to up the Airborne in our house, clear away any important events and get ready to host some hostile germs. It's not that we didn't believe them. We heard them. We just didn't imagine it would be quite like THIS.
Since the first day of school, just over a month ago, my husband and I have caught ear infections, strep throat, pink eye, bronchitis, and just this past weekend, a horrible dose of stomach flu.
Just as one illness subsided, it seemed the next one was on the way in. I knew I was in trouble when last week my doctor prescribed the miracle antibiotic "Z pak" for me and I had to remind him that this was the 2nd time in 3 weeks that I was taking it. His eyes widened, and then frowned as he added another antibiotic to the prescription.
So what have I learned after all this? A great deal, actually.
I've been working hard since the beginning of the year. OMM has been a true passion of mine ever since I became a "self-employed" parent, and as we can all relate to, it's easy to put a large amount of pressure on ourselves to follow through with daily tasks when you’ve committed yourself to a project…or ten.
Well, as my husband and my business partner will tell you, I will sometimes take things to the extreme. Recently I began pulling all nighters catching up with emails and paying extra attention to detail on each and every client service situation, researching online, reading about business plans, connecting with co-marketers, learning and applying and working at top speed as if I have a race to win. I’d promised my husband each night I’d come to bed before midnight, and often he’d find me the next morning sitting in that very same spot 7 hours later.
I'd become, dare I say it? a work-a-holic.
This month of being sick didn’t stop me, either. At least not right away. Even though I was vomiting, and possessed chills and a 103° fever, I was practically crawling toward my laptop with an ever staggering, "must...check...emails..." before my husband whined back, "are you SERIOUS??"