I just had to write this down to commemorate this occasion: This morning, after getting my daughter ready for school, making breakfast and lunch and answering a few urgent emails I did the unthinkable.... I went back to bed.
I don't think I've done anything this crazy in years. Seriously.
I've been ridiculously sick for the past 2 days, probably the result of not getting much sleep or breaks while juggling work and moving into a new house, with the usual packing/unpacking/cleaning/organizing nightmare that that brings with it. I woke up yesterday and literally tried to stay awake all day, filling up with EmergenC, tea, and coffee.
This morning I realized that I had to take a break. And for the workaholic like me, this is a breakthrough, so I am glowing with pride right now. It's guilty pride, because my day is scheduled to the hour and I am now 2 hours behind, but still, I am proud. I don't feel 100% better, or even 20%, but I'm not a mumbling mess from yesterday.
So here's my lesson -- when your body says take a break, sometimes (just sometimes), listen:)