Two weeks ago, I caught a terrible bout of flu which caused me to be bedridden for days. However, I could finally take MC (aka sick leave). This may be a very basic thing to most people but it is a very very big deal to me.
Ever since I became a mother, I could never really rest no matter how sick I was. I remember the countless times I had to rely purely on God's supernatural strength to continue caring for my children even if I had to drag myself around on the floor amidst crying and screaming, passing out multiple times, in order to do it.
Now, even Joram is independent enough to take care of himself as long as food is available. With food delivery services these days, I don't even have to risk collapsing outside to pack home a meal for my children. Joshua is also established enough at his work place to afford working from home if I need him around. Furthermore, my mum-in-law has moved in with us this year so she can also be called upon to help out if need be.
For the first time in more than ten years, I could actually take medication which causes drowsiness during the day and rest in bed to recuperate without worrying about my children. This is miracle enough for me.