Let me warn you right now. If you're looking for something inspirational, the slight bit funny or a little insightful, not going to get it here. Not this week.
I'm living in the house of sick people. And being sick, just ain't what it used to be.
Remember when it meant staying in bed all day, having Mom bring you anything you wanted and all you had to do was watch TV? Or, even when we got a little older, and Mom was no longer in our daily picture, we at least got to lay in bed all day long. Not answering to anyone. Just being sick and quiet and comfortable. Still, not too bad.
But oh how quickly those sick days can change. Become a Mom and well, being sick, is just plain miserable.
No lying in bed, got to feed the kids. No TV, got to try to fit all the dirty dishes in the sink. No quiet - Is that a happy scream coming from the baby or a hurt one? Through this headache, I sure can’t tell.
Oh, how I miss the quiet.
I’m on day eight of this crazy flu that’s laid up people across the nation. But not only do I have it, but so does my husband -- the one who does more than 50 percent of the work around here. And, oh yeah, the baby also has it, along with strep throat, and now our oldest has a mild version. Then there's Nana, the only one in the group who got the full dose of the flu shot, and she seems to be fighting something else.
Can you even imagine what our house smells like? What it looks like? I fear it’s a sight out of a COPS episode, you know one of those dens of squalor with dishes and trash and clothes strewn about.
It’s funny, years ago when I was sick I would just pray to get better so I could go out with girlfriends, do a little shopping. Now I just want to feel well enough to sweep the kitchen floor.
I think all my husband wants is a wife who's not screaming for everyone to drink orange juice or jumping like a mad woman over the couch to keep the baby from drinking out of my glass and ending up throwing a plate across the room. Yeah, I get a little crazy when I'm sick.
But we're starting to see the light at the end of this flu tunnel. My husband was well enough to spend nearly an hour cleaning the kitchen (did I mention I married a saint?) and I actually ate a full lunch, the oldest hasn't thrown up today and the baby, well, he ate two popsicles at one time. That's progress.
So bear with me this week. I'll try to be a slight bit insightful next week.
Now I'm just headed for bed. (The youngest has an hour left on his nap!!)
Oh, wait, one bit of good news. Very good news. Remember that parent/teacher conference I agonized over? It was the best ever. Maybe the key is to be sedated on flu medicine.