I’m back from vacation! And by “vacation” I mean sitting in my bed half-coherent with aches, nausea, dizziness and a fever, aka, THE FLU.
Oh, you don’t think the flu is a vacation? Oh, you are so, so wrong. To a mom, the flu is a major vacation. Almost as good as going to the emergency room, which is an awesome destination because there are actual doctors and nurses who bring you crap and ask how you're feeling.
Sure, I was sick as a dog and that sucked, but I got to lie in bed ALL DAY for days on end. Gabe is a germaphobe, so no one was allowed near me, which meant I was ALONE all day for days on end. I didn’t have to wash any dishes (because I’d spread my pox on them) or do any laundry (because I’d get my pox on it) or get the kids ready for school (because I’d get my pox on them). So all I did was lie there for hour after heavenly hour napping and reading. And reading and napping. And napping and reading. It was awesome.
It was also amusing watching Gabe play mom. Now don't get me wrong, he is an amazing father, but I'm still parent numero uno. He was doing dishes one night and I asked how it was all going, “How's it being the mom?” I said.
“Being the mom sucks,” he grumbled. LOL – you don't have to tell me, buddy!
When I was finally upright enough to join the family for dinner, I sat at the table and watched with amusement while Gabe responded to the four billion kid requests I usually handle. “Can I have water?” “Can I have a new napkin?” “Can I have more noodles.” “Without sauce.” “Not touching my peas.”
You see, I'm usually the one who bounces up and down like a yoyo at dinner while Gabe sits there saying, “Sit and eat honey!” He just didn't understand … until now.
I’m happy to be feeling better. I’m happy to cuddle my kids again. I'm happy to take command of my “castle” again and slap on those rubber gloves and do some dishes. But I’m not gonna lie, I’ll miss those sweet fluish hours alone in my bed. They were sublime.