Can't start slippin now

I have been strong, brave, and going non-stop since I got here. The hubby came for a visit late Thursday night. It almost seemed like my subconscious gave the ok to fall apart. Back up had arrived. I was the only doer of anything getting done so I could not not do anything. The green light was given, so my body started to give out on me. I woke up Saturday morning in a lot of pain. After I moaned around a bit, hubby decided we were going to the ER. I tried to convince him I was fine. I could take a pain killer, we didn't have to change our beautifully planned day. I lost. Ended up I had a hemorrhagic Ovarian Cyst. We spent most of the morning figuring that out. They gave me pain meds. We did make it to the YMCA in the late afternoon. I was so worried I had let the kids down. I know they had been really looking forward to the fun we had planned. Yesterday, was #5s 1st birthday. We took it easy, watched football, BBQ'd, ate lots of goodies, and had a great day. This morning my hubby got a taste of what homeschool is like. Then I took advantage of the extra muscle and we did some more unpacking. I'm supposed to be resting but I've never been overly good at that. I can't start slippin now.