I just got from a fabulous vacation. It was not a conventional vacation: no beaches, fancy hotels or fun excursions. I didn’t fret about packing enough sunblock, printing a boarding pass or worry about the currency exchange rate. There was no dieting, planning or preparations involved.
I spent 48 hours alone, in my bed and it was fantastic. Well, kind of…
As I write this I realize that my “dream vaca” needs a little explanation. I was sick, REALLY sick. Full blown vomiting, fever, aching body, miserably ill. At the time, I hated it. Every. Single. Second. But, somewhere around hour 8 of misery, I had an epiphany (or maybe a fever induced delusion)…I was experiencing the most peace and quiet I had had in YEARS.
So rather than wallow in my illness, I embraced it. Between waves a nausea and trip to the bathroom I let my body rest, something that had become somewhat of a foreign concept to me since becoming a mother. I lay in a comfortable bed, uninterrupted by tantrums, spilled apple juice arguments about watching yet another episode of Team Umizoomi. Sure I was alternating between chills and sweating and getting up from bed took the same effort as running the NYC marathon, but does any of that really matter when you can take a nap at 1:00pm?! Yes, you may be tossing and turning and hating your life, but rest is rest. For the first time since I can remember i had a glorious 14 hours of sleep!
Another plus, the free range of TV choices. There were a few touch and go hours where it was too difficult to muster up the energy to open my eyes, but the rest of the time I was in a semi lucid Bravo marathon heaven. Or maybe it was a virus fueled half awake/half asleep dream. Who knows, who cares? I was living in a Nick Jr./Disney Jr. free world and I was taking full advantage of it. Did I moan every time I attempted to turn the volume up? Yep. Did it make the 4 season marathon of Real Housewives of New York any less enjoyable? Nope! (Remember when Bethenny was just a fast talking health food chef??)
The “sick attire” is another fantastic perk. Oversized sweats, granny panties, fuzzy sock and one of my husbands old perfectly worn in t shirts. Can you say, HEAVEN? While my “sick attire” only varies from my day to day uniform “workout attire”(basically “sick attire” with a bra and slightly more fitted clothes) I was able to wear it proudly with no guilt or shame or “what do the other moms think of me” thoughts.
While I’m on the subject of vanity, I may as well mention that a 5 pound weight loss in two days was just the cherry flavored medicine on top of the “sick sundae”. Now, you may never see “Nausea & Vomiting: The NEW Weight Loss Plan” on the New York Times Best Seller List, but if you have no choice, well then just revel in the slightly malnourished, moderately dehydrated, lighter you.
I won’t completely sugar coat my 48 hour Virus From Hell. I’ll be honest, I felt like complete and total shit. As moms sometime we forget that we need to be taken care of too. Sometimes we are so busy making others lives easy that we forget that we need breaks sometimes too.