Sick

It's been said when momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. Believe me, I am not going to argue the truth in that when it comes to our family, for sure. But further than "happy", I dare add in "sick".

I had taken care of issues during the day, ran errands, did a load of laundry and came home. In the afternoon, I just felt, well, blah! I know you have been there. I said to my hubby, "I just don't feel right." Kids started asking, "What's for dinner?"  Dinner?? Shoot! In all the running, I realized I hadn't planned for dinner. Suddenly I also started to process how I was really feeling. My husband asked if I was sick. Sick?? I don't get sick! What are you talking about?? That can't be! I mean, really, it's only an achy body, oh and chills, oh and a hot mouth, oh and burning eyes.WAIT! The thermometer will prove it! 99.5??  I shook the thermometer and checked it again. 100 After a 3rd consult, I had to admit defeat. 100 was the consensus. Albeit, slight..it was in fact a  FEVER!?!? WHAT?? I don't have time to have a fever!!! I have a household to take care of. I have to make dinner. But suddenly I don't have the energy to grip a spatula or pick up the gallon of milk. 

Hubby turns to me and says, "What would you like me to make for dinner?" No way! That's not his job! That's not necessary, he worked all day. "No, I'll get it." Now seriously, why moms?? Why do we feel the need to be SuperMom all the time? It's really not necessary, is it? I'll be really honest. The struggle didn't last long. I don't have the energy to fight it. Quickly rushing through my head what I have in the house that would be easy enough to "throw together". Chicken.. just get some chicken out of the freezer, put it in water with some salt and pepper. Make some mashed potatoes and cook some frozen corn. TADA dinner!!! So he did. He went right to the kitchen and made dinner. He and the kids sat at the table and ate together while I lay on the couch, unable to move. He then filled the dishwasher and ran it. Then he folded a load of laundry for me. He also made me tea and a sandwich later in the evening. He also made sure I had some Tylenol, tissues and lip balm. Did I mention to you that he had been not feeling all that great himself for the past few days?  

Now let me also acknowledge the fact that my kids are at an age that "self sufficiency" shouldn't be taken for granted. Fortunately, they shower themselves and prepare themselves for bed. They also do their homework on their own. But for the things that they still need parental help, I am eternally grateful that my husband is willing to step in and help a momma out!! Clearly he is aware of the above mentioned adage and doesn't want to deal with an unhappy momma! A sick momma is work enough!