What I've learned from being sick.

Do you ever find yourself thinking, "Oh I am blogging this" as you are witnessing or involved in something unbelievable?? Well let me describe to you my "unbelievable."

In the middle of the night Thursday, I jumped out of bed and went to check on Monkey. I am not sure why I got out of bed. I didn't hear anything, I just had that "mommy feeling."

I went in there and found him sitting up in bed, surrounded and wearing his own vomit.

Did I fall on the floor and hold my nose? Double-over in disgust? Close the door and just call Big Bad Dad? Heck.No.

I went to the bathroom, turned the sink water on warm and went to get a cup of water for him. Calmly, I called to my husband, "I need you please." Before we go ANY further, let me explain why I needed him. On Christmas Eve as we were coming home from Austin I leaned over my seat to reach Monkey and I hurt my rib. Is it broken? I don't know but it is painful and I knew that I wouldn't be able to change his sheet.

As I was heading back to his room, BBD and I met in the hallway. I told him that our 21 month old was sick, he threw up and not to make a big deal.

Right...

As I head to the chair for BBD to give me Monkey, BBD stands by the bed and proceeds to say moan, "OHHHH my GOOSHHH!!!" {turning around and covering his nose} "This smells HORR-IBLE!!"

Un-be-lievable.

Sure, it didn't smell like daisies but OH MY GOSH! I couldn't believe it!

Fast forward to Friday morning at 5. I was nauseous and knew it was my turn. It was. I didn't come out of my room all day. I won't give any details. It aint pretty.


What did happen this weekend is I learned some things:
1. Professionally my husband can manage a huge territory of sales-people. He's efficient, hard working and on-top of everything. When it comes to managing a household solo, not so much.

2. When you don't see your child for 30 hours you feel so lonely! This was the first time I have gone a day without seeing my monkey.

3. Remember, we are in Texas. It doesn't get cold her often at all. At the first mention of snow or ice everything shuts down. We had 40 hours this weekend where we didn't get above freezing. We are NOT used to this cold weather so even if it's 40 degrees, it is still parka-worthy weather. I now know that if my husband takes our child to the store, I have to tell him to put a jacket on him. It's only 40 degrees. He's a toddler.

4. It is Sunday. My husband is in bed in a spare bedroom.It is his turn. I have already received several text messages and phone calls with reports, updates and complaints. " I think I have a low-grade fever." Are all men like this when they are sick?? I don't feel like Clark Gable would be in the fetal position, curled up under 5 blankets if he had a stomach virus would he? He would probably be playing poker and drinking whiskey, right?

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 5. I am feeling better and taking care of everybody. This feels much more natural to me than being sick and being taken care of.


Gotta go...I hear my name being called....