Rich woke up this morning said he was nauseous and stayed in bed for the entire day. He did had a fever too. I was so freaking jealous that he could just get sick and lie down. Damn. On my worst day of this past illness, I spent 4 hours cleaning up the house for Josh’s birthday party. But, I bit my tongue all day, tried to forget the time last winter when I had 105F with pneumonia and the two of him (I was seeing double) stood in the doorway and shouted “What’s plan B? I can’t just take off and baby-sit the kids for you!” Not being one to forgive and forget, but rather one to remember and let it fester, I found there was a big difference between what I said and what I meant. For example, when I said “Would you like some water honey?” I imagined dramatically throwing it in his face and storming out of the room. When I said “You’re nauseous? Here’s a bowl.” what I left out was (And if you miss I swear I’ll kill you)
Get Back in bed! = Go to work and make some money!
You should take the day off tomorrow too. = After all, it’s not like you do anything around here all day, makes no difference to me.
Oh You’re warm. You have a fever. = Big deal, I move mountains with a low grade fever like that.
Poor sweetie. =Must be nice. I wouldn’t know.
That’s the difference between a mom and dad. Mom’s can’t just lie down . And when I was telling him to just take it easy and not to even think about going to work tomorrow with a big smile on my face, I just thought.....
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