God should have built women to have an immunity of steel or at least with some feel good hormones and endorphins so the female body thinks it’s doing something like having a baby – minus the baby.
For the past 5 days I’ve contemplated crying for my mommy, at times I thought I was going to die and I often found myself wishing my kids could take care of me — like I take care of them. Is it too much to ask for? Someone to take care of me?
When I go down, everything goes down. Okay… not really. But it sometimes feels like it. Especially when my husband is scheduled to be away and working insane hours at the time I come down with the nasty virus.
Maybe it was a blessing in disguise (although having to work the whole weekend to catch up doesn’t exactly feel like a blessing). I can’t exactly hide from my kids and being that they’re most likely the culprit, I spent a lot of time lying on the couch with them reading books, playing games, scratching backs and giving hugs. I let the laundry go… I let the kitchen go… I let go of the stress of deadlines and worrying… I let myself get better. I took care of myself! And looking back, I got some much needed snuggle time. So, in actuality, my kids did help take care of me.
How do you handle being sick?