...you get the flu.
Well, I'm not sure it's the flu, since I haven't actually been to a doctor and had any tests done. But dang, it sure feels like it could be although Tom insists it isn't. Fever, chills, sore throat, congestion...all close enough for me.
Let's just say I can be a bit of a wimp.
And of course, I don't have time for this. Who ever does, right? I keep re-playing the litany of things I was going to do starting this past Saturday over and over in my head. Ten pages of questions to answer for an adoption home study, four new dance routines to learn before next Saturday's performance, doctor appointments to make to (love the irony!) get flu shots, music with Tom and the boys on Saturday afternoon, baking a pie on Sunday, etc. All of that and more now safe and secure on the back-burner.
But now I have another litany that I am playing in my head. It's the list of everything Tom has done while I've spent the past two days being mostly useless. Dress the kids, brush their hair, make their breakfast, clean up cheerios, referee a hundred squabbles over who gets to play with which toys, hang up laundry, make lunches, coax grumpy kids into naps, wash dishes, make supper, go to the playground, give baths, etc. All of that and more while he still keeps me safe and secure and ever on his front-burner.
Maybe getting side-lined for a few days is just the wake-up call I needed. Because tonight, as another day in bed draws to a close, all I can really think about is how blessed I am to have a husband like him.
And that is the medicine that I really needed.