(note: this was actually written earlier this week- I am feeling much better now. But will still take any sympathy scraps you throw to me)
I mentioned this briefly in an earlier post, and, if you have
talked to me recently, I probably mentioned it then too.
Also, if you are Brian, I have mentioned it (or moaned it) every
5 minutes since I got the first throat-tickle.
Here’s why I keep bringing it up: because otherwise you might
You see, I don’t let illness stop me!
The only time that I have taken to my bed and been unable to
function with illness (since becoming a mother!) was in the spring when I got strep
throat. That was also the time that my milk dried up and I had to wean poor
Isaac cold turkey, but that is another post! (or not!)
I didn’t even get to lie around in bed when I had a stomach bug last
year, and Brian had something important going on at work so he couldn’t help, so
I spent almost the entire day on the toilet while simultaneously nursing infant
Isaac and while Joseph played/read/colored/cried at my feet! Oh motherhood! So
much different than I dreamt you would be as a little girl!
So maybe it is more like I don't GET to let illness stop me?
Anyway, the point is, I hate to brag, but I am kind of a stud most of the time
(I had the kids by myself for 14 hours today, which included a zoo trip! shudder.), so I
feel like, when I am sick, no one appreciates how much MORE of a stud I have to
Like, when I am bent over and searching under the couch for that
stinkin’ Playmobil sword for the 100th time that day, I don’t think anyone stops
to think, “Gee. I bet it feels like that sword is buried in Caitlin’s sinuses
right now.” (It does!)
Or when I am sprinting after Isaac at the zoo because he can fit
under the small fence and walk right up to the mountain lion exhibit, I don’t
think people realize how hard it is to run when your lungs are soaked in
phlegm! It’s hard people! It’s hard!
So, basically what I’m saying is that if I am a big whiner when
I am sick, it is not because I am a wimp and cannot function.
It is because I can, gosh darn it, and I am a strong woman, and
a good mother who can’t take a sick day and I would like a little
acknowledgement! Sympathy! A shoulder rub! Candy! (Briiii-an!!)
That is all. You may carry on with your day.
(Like I always do.)