Sleeping in

It's 10:00 on a Saturday morning. Taylor is sleeping and I'm still in bed too. I know he got up earlier with the kids. I can hear them downstairs playing the wii and I don't plan on getting up yet. I have no clue how long they've been up. Is it bad that I don't care? Last night I fainted while I was saying my prayers. It was really weird. That was a first. And I felt like I was going to throw up. I slept well. And long. But part of me is a little worried to get up. But maybe I just need to eat.