When your children are young - you let them run all over the house and try to put up the knives so they won't get hurt. You lay there and watch Sesame Street in hopes your little ones will watch it too but they never do. They would much rather get into all the stuff they have never been aloud to get into before. You also look at the fine print of the Mothers contract and find out that husbands and your Mother are suppose to help, but sometimes they are not around to do that. Or if they are anything like me - they don't want to catch it, so they lend moral support-"I hope you feel better soon, honey".
When your children get older - it is great-OK not great but you don't have to clean up a big mess when you finally get to feeling better. They get themselves lunch and dinner and even think of you, getting you the "bell" and puke bucket, in between basketball practice and the "gang" meeting at so and so's house. But now you don't have to watch Mickey Mouse Club House and can put that movie in that the kids hate but they won't whine now that you are sick. Lets just say it is easier.
But when they all move away and have the nerve to have lives of their own-when you are sick, you are alone. Its not bad but you have to get up and get your own puke bucket - not the silver pan these days but the plastic garbage can. And you have to make your own eggs up in a glass.
But most of all they surprise you with frozen yogurt and sports drinks. Thank -you Mo. And then the door bell rings and it is a delivery lady with two liters of 7-up and a dozen roses. From a husband who is on the road and can't help. Love you Matt. Thanks guys.
Another thing that is different now - when you get tired of watching TV you can play on the computer. Nice!
3 comments:
Awwww. But you didn't mention that it was your terrible daughter who got you sick in the first place! I'm SOOOOOO sorry. We love you, and are so happy you are better!
So sorry that you were sick. Glad that you are feeling better.
love nik
Love you mom, and your blog.
Hope you feel better.
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