Every one in my house has gotten quite sick over the course of this wint
er. I could probably take all my sick days that I used (not including the pregnancy ones) from the past 3-4 years, add them up, and they still would not equal the number of days I have missed this year. I hate missing work - it isn't like my dad's job where if he calls in sick, the secretary rearranges any necessary meetings; or like my husband's job where others just pitch in and when he gets back he deals with what they couldn't. No, my job, if you call in sick you have to plan an entire day for hundreds of teenagers spread out through 6-8 different class clusters, all while you are sick and can barely think clearly AND you have to deal with it and more when you get back. Yes - I chose my job, and yes - I like my job, but any teacher of spouse of a teacher clearly sees how much of a huge pain in the butt it is to call in sick.
Any who, excuse my rambling tangents, I have spent the greater portion of this winter taking care of my sick kids. Mike ha
s helped out substantially but the bulk of it has fallen upon my shoulders. Lately we have had an outbreak of strep...not fun but I hadn't gotten really sick throughout this time. That quickly changed on Thursday.
Thursday - I was looking forward to a nice relaxing trip to get my hair cut and colored (and time away from the kids), and I got just that. The last hour I sat in the chair though, I had the strongest, most uncomfortable cold shivers running through my entire body. My head began to throb(not good when getting a cut and style), my throat began to hurt. In the flash of mere minutes I went from cool and calm to cool and trembling. As soon as I got home I went to bed - and there I stayed (other than the 90 minute round trip doctor check to verify I had strep) until mid Saturday. I have never ached so much-I couldn't do a thing. I whined(hate whiners), I moaned(dramatic!), I pouted(won't work missy), bossed and ordered(do it yourself), I even cried(big baby...)-I hurt so badly. I didn't "just suck up and deal with it" because physically I couldn't. It was awful.
What was wonderful throughout this time was my husband. He left work early on Friday to help me (and was welcomed at home with three kids running through a trashed house, baby Sam in a high chair with toys and finger food, and mom crashed on the couch oblivious to it all. He got me up, took me to bed, helped me get comfortable, brought me a covered drink(of Sprite and orange juice, my favorite), a phone, remote, tons of blankets and pillows and saltines before he closed the bedroom door and left me alone.
Then he got the four kids ready, took them out to eat for dinner, treated them to a movie and didn't bring them home until nearly ten. I slept the entire time. The next day he scrubbed the house. I haven't had such a strong Lysol and bleach smell permeate through my home in ages. He dusted, vacuumed, got on his hands and knees and cleaned floors, (I think I should type that again... see...he got on his hands and knees and cleaned the floors) AND continued to let me be a complete sick slacker.
Not a single complaint from him.
Not a single request later.
Nothing but help.
Nothing.
Maybe I was truly delirious and I simply envisioned it all. Maybe he secretly has a uterus. Maybe he just loves me and is sick of all the sickness.
Not sure - don't care.
I'll just take it.
What a guy.
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