The last few months have been crazy-busy for me work wise. And to be completely honest, I love it. I love it because I love what I do, so work for me… as odd as this sounds, is just FUN. I get to meet amazing people, I get to work with incredible brands and companies. I get to travel to places I’ve never been. I get to work with best friends. I get to write and do videos and do everything I’ve always want to do… and lots of it from home.

Is my schedule crazy? Sure.

Do I always feel like I’m on the go-go-go? Sure.

Is this just the norm of my life? Yes.

But it’s like this for everyone, right? Everyone has their own crazy-busy lives.

I’ve always been able to kind of just do what I’ve got to do, without asking any questions or having any hesitations. I’ve just kind of gone with the work flow and gone with the family flow.

Well… my body talked back to me Wednesday.

I had been prepping to go to the Social Media Moms Beaches trip for 6 months.

I’m not kidding when I tell you I was counting down the days.

Counting. Down.

I couldn’t wait for beach time, clear water, drinks by the pool, hanging out with friends and sitting in the sun enjoying the warm rays while Rhode Island is experiencing chilly temps.

Oh, yes… it was my dream trip.

My Henry was complaining of a “hurt belly” for a few days earlier this week, but in all honesty… I didn’t think anything of it. He would say he felt sick, but then he’d run and play. I’d ask him again how he felt and he would say, “I’m fine!” It was like that for 2 days.

Then Victoria threw up Monday and then Wednesday morning.

Not fun.

Took her to the doctor and she had an ear infection. Maybe that was why she got sick, too?

Then Henry got sick in school on Wednesday.

Again, not fun.

With everyone back home on Wednesday after school… around 5PM, my stomach started to feel yucky. Not the kind of yucky you can walk off, like it hit me like a ton of bricks.

The last time I felt this way was right after I had Henry. Within in hour, I was down for the count.

I started to get sick over the next 2 hours.

The worst part was looking at my packed suitcase in the hallway and knowing, “Oh, man… !”

Around 7:30PM, I needed to make the difficult call to cancel my morning flight. The car was coming at 3:30AM to get me to bring me to Boston and I knew there was no way I could board a plane feeling like I could get sick again. I just wanted my bed.

To say I was disappointed is an understatement.

Crushed.

Devastated.

It made me realize that I’m not superwoman. I mean, I know I’m NOT… but really, I can’t push myself if I’m sick.

There are times in my life I need to listen to my body and just STOP.

STOP and take care of myself.

STOP and worry about my health.

STOP and just STOP.

I’m feeling much better today, maybe not good enough to fly, but I’m feeling MUCH BETTER than I was Wednesday night and Thursday morning.

I still have the cape in my closet… but this weekend, it’s staying in there. 🙂