Before I leave my sick days behind us, I have a word of praise (or two) for my husband.
Dan was a good man — nay, a Good Man — throughout the bug’s dread hold on our household.
He stayed up with the puking Flora Monday into Tuesday. He helped me (as much as he was able) in my time of extreme stomach distress very early on Thursday morning.
He tended me — or at least checked to make sure I was breathing and brought me ice chips — on Thursday. At my request we “watched” some Lost together for a bit in the afternoon in a very darkened room. I say “watched” because both of us dozed off during the three or four episodes we tried to get through. He gave me the couch, and stretched out on the floor. That evening, he warmed up some vegetable soup for me, and gave me ginger ale (generously provided by my MIL).
He took care of the children Thursday night with absolutely no input from me. They could have had chocolate cake for dinner for all I know.
Over the weekend, he did a lot of cleaning. The Christmas tree finally got disposed of, and he vacuumed the needles up. He moved the furniture back to its non-holiday positions.
He broke down all the cardboard boxes for recycling, and fended off a raccoon in our back yard.
Sunday, he stayed home with Kate while I took Flora to a birthday party at a bowling alley. (As an aside: I love the birthday-party-at-a-bowling-alley in theory. Built-in entertainment, someone else doing the muss & fuss, beer if you want it. But bowling alleys are LOUD. Loud, loud, loud. And when you have a Flora and a Laura at the same party… well, some things are bound to get mixed up. Like whose turn it is to bowl, for example.)
He helped with baths and bedtimes without me even asking! And he let me veg with a book (almost) as much as I wanted to.
Of course, now that I’m feeling better, I’m probably going to have to make this all up to him. Somehow.
Red Pen Mama 