Mommy's Sick Day

Mom's are not supposed to get sick. I'm pretty sure I saw that written somewhere in the contract I signed when I said I would be a mom. But evidently that "never shall you get sick" clause expired yesterday.

I was quarantined to my bedroom the entire day - besides the time I had to get up to puke or...umm..."go" (sorry TMI). I was constantly doing those two things if I wasn't laying in my bed. I felt so weak, and I just couldn't eat anything. It was pretty miserable, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to function as one who takes care of three little children.

So Josh called in to work and stayed home with me and the kids.

On a side note, I've always told him he'd do better staying home than I would.

I'd like to think that when I'm incapacitated and unable to function in my normal daily role, that somehow the house would just be a frenzy. Not that I want it to be that way, but you know...it's nice to think that it's hard to be replaced. I've come to realize that this is not the case whatsoever.

Josh promptly began the morning routine of getting the kids their breakfast and then continuing by getting Caleb ready for preschool. After all of this was complete, he loaded up the kids and drove across town to drop Caleb off to his much anticipated Christmas party at his school. He came back with Sarah and Gabriel, and during the time Caleb was gone, he picked up the living room and then started unloading the dishwasher...and then loaded it up again to run another load.

He put Gabriel down for a nap, and then took Sarah with him to go get Caleb when the time came to do so.

When he got back, he began to fold laundry and start another batch of clothes. He also encouraged Caleb to clean his room - by that I mean Caleb did some and Josh probably did the rest.

And in between all of this, he often would check on me and make sure I was doing ok. A few times he brought me a glass of water, and one time - after telling him I just hurt all over - he said I needed Tylenol and decided to bring some to me.

He is very task oriented, and it just seemed like everything was functioning even better than it does when I'm home. Several times during the day I told him how much I appreciated him and everything he was doing. He made sure to point out...

"This is only one day, Chrissy. There is no way I could do this all the time. In fact, it's starting to drive me crazy already."

Oh. A sigh of relief came over me.

The fact of the matter is, I get all task oriented every now and then, too. It's just not every day. Many days, I just like to watch the kids play or help them color or draw. I like to watch Dinosaur Train or go with Caleb on an adventure during his Lego Star Wars game. Gabriel often wants to be by my side, so I often go in his room and play with whatever we can find. Sarah loves her ponies, so sometimes I take one and we talk back and forth in our pony voices!

Josh admits he is not so much this way, he's more of a "get stuff done then watch ESPN" type. And I'm ok with that. Actually, there are days when I wish the two of us could be home all the time together. We complement each other quite nicely. If it wasn't for the whole "have to go out and make a living" thing. Darn.

So today I'm back to normal. Hopefully we can keep the house as nice as daddy left it. But I'm not promising anything! :o)