I woke up with the flu.
Actually, I didn't wake up with the flu because I didn't go to sleep, all night long.
Not even for 5 minutes.
Can't wake up if I haven't slept.
Thankfully, it wasn't the stomach flu.
Just the "achy, I hurt everywhere, even my teeth hurt" flu.
Not even achy.
Down right pain.
As I laid in my bed, rotating behind ripping off my sweatshirt (now I know why it's called a sweatshirt) & rolling around miserably in just my tank top, I had one lucid thought midday.
"Yeah, it's a No Spend Day & I'm stuck at home, so this one is achievable."
Except my dear husband, in his valiant attempt to help me out, went to the store & brought home two cases of ginger ale.
"Just in case your stomach turns", he proclaimed, with a big smile on his face.
He loves to save the day.
Except it's now the next day, I'm down to achy, not painy & the ginger ale remains unopened & sitting on the floor beside our bed.
Really, it wasn't my fault! I didn't ask him to be sooooo nice & go to the store to buy me something to help me out.
He did it all on his own.
I'm anticipating a call today when he suddenly realizes he screwed up the last "No Spend Day" for January.
Love that my family is on board with this.
And love that they care enough to not worry about messing up my new system.
If I wasn't feeling so lousy, I'd get pissy.
But for now, I'll bask in the love!