Guess how we kicked off our very first Father’s Day week over here? With vomit on the bathroom floor. This time I was to blame for the mess (not LadyP). No, I wasn’t drunk. No, I’m not pregnant. But I was unbelievably ill this past weekend. I guess you could blame little LadyP a little bit, since I’m convinced that I caught my illness from her (she was sick with her very first cold last weekend). I’m talking can’t-get-out-of-bed-for-2-whole-days sick. And don’t even attempt to stand up unless you were in the mood for blacking-out and fainting. Not exaggerating. It hit me like a ton of bricks, but it hit Hubby even harder: Afterall, HE was the one who had to keep the household together for 2 whole days all by his little self. Cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, taking care of baby, taking care of me (yes, including cleaning up my vomit from the floor in the middle of the night)… it wasn’t pretty for anyone. And no one was particularly friendly about it either. I was miserable. He was cranky. The only one who laughed all weekend was LadyP. And knowing her, she was probably laughing at us.
The mess I woke up to Saturday morning... but he pulled it off. New faucet!
While I don’t recommend that Mommies everywhere try to catch a bug from your little one, I will humbly point out that there’s no better way to remind your better half how much you actually do on a day-to-day basis by simply not being able to do it for a few days. He handled the weekend well, but I know in my heart that he was praying for me to feel better fast. He put food in the fridge, took care of LadyP, and even installed a new kitchen faucet. Good job honey! But as I asked “How are you feeling?” to him last night, he replied with a long sigh “I’m just really run down.” I thanked him for everything, but I couldn’t help but smirk. Now you know, babe. And, you’re welcome…
How does your better half handle it when you’re down and out?
