A few days before CG got here, I got sick. My immune system is usually pretty awesome so I thankfully don't get sick often, but when I do it's bad. Not that the illness is that bad, but putting up with me really is. Have you ever heard of a man cold? If not, then watch this:
It's like that, except that I'm the one on the couch. It's pretty sad. But when I was sick it was on days when I had to work, no exceptions, and someone still had to take care of the two little turkeys, and the only one here to do that was me. Here is what happened on just one of the days I was sick.
Sweetheart was up for breakfast first. I was already at work on my laptop, but stopped for a minute to walk to the fridge to try to figure out something to feed her, crunching on a few stray Cheerios on the way. I had already been sick for about two days, and our house sure looked like it. I stared in the fridge for a long time trying to think of something to feed the girls, really trying to think at all, when I realized I had been staring right at the leftover pizza I had made Marquis bring home for dinner the night before. Perfect! I threw a slice in the microwave for a couple of minutes, but didn't remember until it beeped that a couple of minutes is WAY too long for one slice of pizza, so I put it back in the fridge to cool down a bit. About half an hour later, Sweetheart asked if she could eat something, and I remembered the pizza. It was now just as cold as when I got it out the first time, but I gave it to her anyway and she happily munched away. It was a big piece, so she didn't finish it and wandered off. About the time she wandered off Princess woke up and wanted her own breakfast. I was trying to decide what to get for Princess when, as I was buckling her into her booster seat, she reached over and grabbed the rest of Sweetheart's pizza. Normally I would take it away and give her her own, something new and fresh. Actually normally I'm a little crazy about things and would have had it cleared away before putting Princess in her booster, so when she grabbed the pizza I hesitated for a second, and then realized, why not? I added half a banana to round out the meal and then went back to work.
We did pretty well the rest of the day, the girls had their bums and tummies taken care of and I made sure they didn't get into too much trouble. We shut ourselves in my office/toy room for the whole day. We usually don't eat in the toy room, but we did that day, and lunch was a slice of bread, a slice of cheese, and an apple for each. Starch, protein, fruit, that's good enough, right? Healthy even? Whatever, I didn't even care, it was fast and easy. That night while Marquis was at school we were still there hanging out in the toy room while I worked some more the best I could through the fog. At one point I glanced over at Princess and realized that she was munching on rest of the apple I had given her for lunch. My first reaction was, "Oh, gross!" and normally at that point I would have grabbed it and thrown it away and gotten her a new one. Except normally we wouldn't have apples in the toy room, and it would have been thrown away as soon as lunchtime was over. But this time, just the thought of standing up to walk over and grab it made my head hurt, and walking up the stairs to get another apple was just so, so very far. Not to mention the scream I knew would come out of Princess as soon as I grabbed it, and the way that scream would split my already hurting head in two. So instead I watched her eat it. It was a little brown, but really, it couldn't hurt her, right? It's not like apples needed to be in the fridge or anything, and she was being just so happy. About that time Sweetheart saw her eating it, and then happily grabbed her own half eaten lunch apple and started munching away. And I turned back to my laptop and kept working.
I think there needs to be some kind of special superpower that moms have that makes it so they are resistant to all illness, all the time. We somehow all survived the week and a half of coughing, hacking, sniffling, the urgent care trip, the "massive ear infection," and all the other good times I inflicted on our family that week.
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