I've got nothing.
No Ten on Tuesday on Wednesday. No What I Wore. No Joy of Love photos.
Want to know why? Because my entire family got our asses kicked by evil, EVIL germs.
Want to know what sucks? Having a sick kid, a sick husband and a sick self ALL AT THE SAME TIME.
Childless singles out there, cherish each sick day you get to take lying down. ALL I wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep.
But I didn't. I worked. I took care of the family. I didn't exercise. I gained back every single pound I've ever lost. I binged on chips and coconut M&Ms.
I gross myself out. I am stressed and tired. I don't 'get' my new bible study.
I feel lost. I am on antibiotics. I am being summoned by a whiny almost-three-year-old for whom I need to plan a birthday party.