When mom needs a sick day
No good deed goes unpunished. Like picking a sick kid up from daycare, nursing him back to health and then coming down with his stomach bug.
By the afternoon I thought I was fine, so I sent my husband off for some much-needed solo time. And I was fine, provided I stayed absolutely still in a horizontal position. Which, it turns out is hard to do while you’re taking care of a two-year-old.
My game of “let’s lay on the floor and pretend we’re going night-night” lasted about five minutes. So then we played lay-on-the floor and do puzzles. Followed by-lay-on-the-floor and read books, and then he was bored and I made my fatal error: I sat up.
So I ask: until you’ve puked in the toilet with your toddler standing over you on his potty stool for a better view, are you really even a parent?
When I finished he pointed to the toilet and summed up the situation for me.
My husband came right home, because that’s what he does. He steps in when I need him--when WE need him. He takes our hand, does what needs to be done, and never complains about it.
We are both so lucky to get to walk through life with this extraordinary man.
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