Why is it when mommies are sick the whole world comes to a stop?
My husband, normally, is self-sufficient and a great daddy. He can handle puking kids, cuts, scrapes… any messes they can come up with. He can handle it. Until I get sick.
Wednesday I came home from work early with a really bad sinus headache, drainage and an ear ache. I immediately crawled into bed and fell asleep. I woke up around 6 with my husband trying to cajole Morgan to go with him to the grocery store. She kept going back and forth about wanting to go.
The kids were running up and down the hallway, screaming and playing. The door to our bedroom kept getting opened and I kept hearing little voices say “Peakaboo” and “Are you sick?” The best one was when Troy come in and shook me awake to ask if I was sleeping.
I drag myself out of bed to restore calm to the house. Morgan has finally agreed to go to the store with daddy, but can’t find her shoes anywhere. I help her find her shoes and then practically collapse on the couch because my head is pounding.
I put her shoes on and she leaves with daddy.
Troy is playing Mario on the Wii.
He comes in with two Happy Meals and Subway for us. I’m not sure what happened to the store visit… but, I didn’t have to cook and that’s all that I care about.
I ate and went back to bed.
The kids were all over the place, screaming, yelling, “checking on mommy.” You’d have thought my husband forgot how to be a parent… all because I am sick.
I was wondering the same thing last night! I came downstairs this morning only to find my house DESTROYED!