The best of times and the worst of times
Well, he’s struck again. By “he” I am referring to my little rambunctious toddler, who has an uncanny ability to catch germs at daycare and pass them along to his parents by disguising them as sweet kisses. Sickness always seems to travel the same way in our household…Decker first, then me (usually a mild case) and then it seems to hit Scott the hardest.
This latest round of illness was a bit different than those in the past. It was mild enough to keep us from throwing up (except for Decker once at daycare), but just bad enough to make us feel nauseous and invade us with an overall feeling of ickiness.
By Sunday, Scott and I were both sick, so it was a horrible day for Decker to decide not to nap. I think we tried three separate times to get him to nap and he just refused, screaming whenever we left him in his crib. You would think this would make the day really tough to get through, but amazingly, it turned out great. Maybe it was because I gave up any hope of getting anything done. I wasn’t worried about getting to the laundry or getting the week’s meals planned. And because he was so tired from not napping, Decker actually came and laid on the couch with me for a few minutes at a time, and it was just oh so sweet.
Somehow I mustered up the energy to get a few loads of laundry done and Scott made a quick trip to the store to get us a few things. But it was a great reminder that everything does not always have to be go, go, go.
Maybe next time we will try another lazy day in our pajamas…minus the sickness.
hope you’re feeling better soon
Thank you. I am, but can’t say the same for hubby.
Good writing. Under praise