I swear there should be some sort of pass for moms. They really shouldn't have to get sick, should they? I mean it is hard enough when you feel like crap but then to have a three year old boy jumping all over you? That just puts you over the top.
I woke up Monday morning feeling achy. I figured I was just tired and would be fine after a shower and some caffeine. After getting ready, I did not feel better and without even telling Abel, I called my boss put my jammies back on and crawled back into bed. Where I stayed. For 24 hours. Literally.
The good news is that Abel's parents were still in town and he had taken Monday off anyway so they were all gone for most of the day. Leaving me to wallow in bed like I would have before I became a mom. It actually was quite lovely. As lovely as a fever and other things I won't mention can be, that is.
What else was lovely, during this past week when Abel's mom was visiting, was getting ready for work in the morning and not having to get Lucas ready. I had totally forgotten how easy it is to get only one person up and out the door. I breezed out the door for work two mornings last week with Lucas still in his jammies, not having gotten him dressed or fed him breakfast or brushed his teeth or packed his lunch or wrangled him into his coat and into the car and to daycare. Is that what it's like to have a live-in nanny? If yes, I think I'd like to have one of those.
The funny thing is that I sincerely remember always running out the door a little late to get to work before I had Lucas. Little did I know how easy I had it. Little did I know.
I hope you are feeling better. I've been thinking alot about the quote, "Youth is wasted on the young" or whatever it is. It's just funny how you don't appreciate certain things until later. C'est la vie, right?
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