I woke up this morning and felt really tired. I lazied around in the morning, talked to a friend on the phone and baked for the kids. Then, shortly after lunch, I started feeling that tickle in my throat and the stuffiness in my sinuses. Yep, I was getting sick. Now with 3 kids to take care of getting sick is not a good thing for me. Luckily my oldest came home from school just in time to play with the little kids and let me rest. (I'm so glad I have an older child who has compassion for me when I'm sick - a result of the care I have given him when he's sick, I hope) By this point I could not wait for my husband to get home so I could jump in a hot bath then head to bed. 5:00 came around and my darling husband came in with groceries, since we have a blizzard coming. We sit down to eat dinner and I ask the dreaded question "Do you ever get annoyed when you come home and I'm sick?" I don't think I really wanted him to answer this but since I asked, he answered. "Only when I come home and I don't feel good either". Ugg, this means that he is coming down with the same thing I am. So instead of a hot bath and bed I will be spending my evening juggling kids and baths with a sick husband. We are pretty good at tag teaming in situations like this but I must admit - I wish he wasn't sick so he could just do it all.
That brings me to the word "MOM". I wasn't blessed with a loving mom and she never told me about days like these. I don't want to throw myself a pity party (even though I am) but it is definitely days like this that I wish I had a mom. Someone who I could call and they would come over and let Nathan and I go to sleep, they'd play with my kids (and love every minute of it). And while she's at it she might come in and check on me, bring me medicine and take care of me.
Its also days like these that I am extremely grateful for the wonderful people I have in my life. My husband, even when he's sick, takes care of me and loves me. Even when he comes home to a wife in yoga pants and a stained t-shirt, no make up and bad breath - he still loves me. A wonderful friend who called this morning just to talk, how great is that?! And a wonderful friend who has taken me under her wing and treats me with love and compassion, not to mention she always has a wonderful hug ready for me when I ask for it (and even when I don't know that I need one).
Now, with all that said, I am going to put on a movie for the kids so they will give me some peace and quiet. (Okay, I admit, I'm going to have Tyler put the movie on for them). Then I'm going to sit my tired butt down on the couch and try to read my latest Little House on the Prairie book. And, I'm going to try to remember that its all okay and that we won't be sick forever! Kwan Seum Bosal, Kwan Seum Bosal, Kwan Seum Bosal.