Boy am I ever. Some kind of respiratory infection with a horrible cough, a sore throat, and the "if a child needs me to open my eyes or get out of bed, I'm going to die" overall awfulness.
Thank God for caring friends. Tricia (a homeschooling mom of teenagers) came over for four hours today to take care of the children so I could sleep. This is probably the best gift I have ever received.
Also, my son is learning empathy. Sort of. This conversation happened this morning:
Jonathan: "Mommy, why are your eyes closed?"
Me: "Because my eyes hurt, because I am sick."
Jonathan: "Oh. I'm sorry. I can't do anything about that."
Sweet, isn't he? :)