I took a sick day

Yesterday I took a sick day from pretty much everything - work, parenting, blogging. 

Not to get in much detail, but I spent a good part of the morning thinking if I moved, I was going to be sick. I didn't. But I didn't leave my bed until noon. When I left my bed, I put on some Boy Meets World, got a cup of apple juice that I barely took a sip out of, and closed the curtains. I slept on and off on the couch until about 3pm. 

Boyfriend got up in the morning with the girls and took them to daycare on his way to work. He requested to leave work early so he could pick them up, and was able to come home around 3, hence me waking up then. I didn't move from the couch until it was time to pick the girls up. 

I have never spent so much quality time with my bed and couch in the span of 24 hours. 

I made it to work today, but I want nothing more than a nap. I'm having the hardest time focusing, and even reading some things. I just need more sleep. And food. 

But sleep. I really need sleep. More of it.