Shoot me now, seriously, just pull the trigger and put me out of my misery. I had taken the shot dangit, I wasn’t suppose to get it, right? My doctor won’t see me, he tells me stay home, lots of clear liquids, oh and yeah, he’ll charge me for that advice. Yeah, I know, it’s the flu, I’m on day two and am completely miserable.
Of course my family won’t give me comfort. My husband doesn’t want to catch it so when I just want to curl up and be miserable and cry out for comfort, I get a poor baby, a few strokes of the hair and off he goes. I go through those periods where I just want to be held and coddled. Unfortunately I also go through periods where it’s just leave me alone darnit. Why is it, that’s when the family wants to make me feel better? Huh?
Then there’s dinner. My daughter asks, what’s for dinner? My response…there’s the fridge and there’s the microwave. You’re twenty, you figure it out. Of course no one offers to make me soup (which I had to go out and buy btw).
And why, oh why, can’t I get out of “mom mode”? You know the mode. Mom’s aren’t allowed to get sick. Comes from years of conditioning, trying to get the kids out the door while you have one foot in the grave already. Dragging your weary bones to the cabinets to pull out a can of spaghetti-o’s because the kids have to eat, right? Of course, when the kid gets old enough, I’ve trusted her to fend for herself, my husband on the other hand.
Yep, his coffee is on and his clothes are laid out and while I’m tempted to throw water on him just to wake him up because he keeps hitting the snooze button, I just try to wake him up gently. I know I won’t have peace of mind until he’s out the door. So what’s the point of going back to bed when I know I’m just going to fret until I know he’s out the door with every thing he needs. And why should it really matter since I don’t do any of this when I’m on my way to work myself, why do I think being home makes him helpless and incapable of doing these things himself? And since I’m sick, why should I care?
Okay, don’t mind my ranting, I’m still a bit feverish. I’m like most mom’s, selfless, uh huh, yeah, I’m selfless. Just wondering though…should I put the roast in the slow cooker before I crawl back to bed?