throughout the day. I’m organized to the point of having everyone’s outfits lined up for the week (socks included) so there are no dressing drama’s to mess up my schedule. I get up at 4:50am and make the coffee. By 5:00am I have the coffee poured and in the living room so my husband and I can watch KWWL early morning news. Next I wake my husband up. I watch the news for a few minutes and then I wake my husband up again, this time telling him to get his ass out of bed.
He complies and we drink coffee and watch the news. At 5:30am my husband gets ready for work and I make the lunches. At 6:00am the children are woke up and my husband and I move to the kitchen table to read the newspaper and finish our coffee. He leaves at 6:30am and I then begin making breakfast for the kids. They have thirty minutes to eat while I get ready and make the bed. At 7:00 it’s time for my son to brush his teeth and at 7:15 I do my daughters hair and then she brushes her teeth. At 7:30 the kids are instructed to put their shoes on while I put their lunch boxes into their backpacks. At 7:40 the kids are instructed to put on their coats, hats and gloves. At 7:45 we walk out the
door and I then drive each child to school. My entire day runs on a similar schedule.
But yesterday my husband was sick and he messed up the schedule. It’s amazing how a grown man who “manages” for a living can’t even manage to reach the remote when he’s sick. A strong, decisive, tough guy reduced to a mass on the couch all curled up in the fetal position. He whined and complained and
moaned and groaned. I waited on him the best I could while trying to adhere to my schedule.
By 2:00pm I was down for the count on the couch beside him. I
drug myself out the door to pick up the kids and flopped back down on the couch when I returned. My husband got up and we passed the virtual “sick” baton. He kissed me on the forehead as he covered me up and told me to close my eyes. He helped the kids with their homework, made supper, did the dishes and got
everyone through bath time. When it was time for bed he tucked them in and then suggested I move from the couch to the bed.
It’s amazing how a strong, decisive, tough woman with a schedule can be reduced to a mass on the couch all curled up in the fetal position when she’s sick. The sick “bug” isn’t prejudice; it doesn’t matter if you have a schedule, a job, a blog, kids or things to do, it will get you. So never judge others who say they are sick or you may be the next person on the couch curled
up in the fetal position.
Wash your hands passengers; this is going to be a long winter if
we don’t get a cold snap to kill the germs.