Reflections after getting sick

I was sick last week. (Suspected food poisoning - don't ask.) It was rough. But as they say, every cloud has a silver lining and due to being sick I worked out a couple of things.
First, since I was wiped out for 5 days, I figured out that slowing my life down was the only was I was going to get through each day with 3 children. I had someone wonderful walk the big boys home from school and when the going was really tough, my mother-in-law and best girlfriend saved our arses. The funny thing was that nothing in my house went to the pits in the process of me slowing down. For example, the kids ate, the kids were clean (mostly and thanks to that best girl friend the baby was extra clean), the laundry got done, (not as efficiently as my freakishness likes, but it got done!), and most importantly, I actually sat with the boys far more than usual. I sat and read with Kyler more. I sat and watched JP and Charlie's dodgy 30minutes kid shows and actually discovered that Phineas and Ferb is quite funny. (Don't ask about chowder though. That show is just plain crap.) I realized that before I got sick, everything was starting to feel a little out of control. I know I stay at home (and I don't know how my friends do it all who work) but fuck me, I cannot keep on top of everything that goes on! I wasn't on top of things last week, but i laughed more and enjoyed my boys a lot more.
Anyway, swearing aside, I guess having food poisoning was a good thing? (As much as it pains me to say it....)
Second, after being able to function on Gatorade (More than I ever wanted to drink - doctors orders for very low potassium), English crackers, and bananas, I also came to the conclusion that we all eat A Lot. For example, when I was feeling a bit better, I took the boys to Target and while we were there I thought I would try to eat a Starbucks blueberry scone. The damn thing was enormous! I ate a corner. And I just kept thinking....is this why we have a nation of obesity? (No offense Starbucks.) Because circular scones, that used to be about about 2 inches across, have morphed into a huge, dense triangle of dry anti-Britishness.
Unfortunately, I also realized that for me to run at my usual pace, with all the energy that I use up trying to keep up with my 3 boys, I have to eat a lot more than I did last week. But maybe I'll think twice before I tuck into a big Starbucks scone. (Unless it's the maple scones in the Fall. There's always room for those delicious babies....)