In addition to the weather prompting far less ambitious plans for the weekend, Michael caught the flu-bug that seems to be making its way around the part of Southern CA. I am simultaneously trying to be sympathetic and play nurse while also cursing under my breath that he had better not contaminate me! So much for being the perfect wife.
I realized, however, that it is not all bad, his being sick. Not for me, at least (it looks as though he feels like crap, and he certainly doesn't sound great). We - or I - usually push so much during the weekends, trying to go and do and see, that laying low is a nice change of pace. I have graded a few compositions, enjoyed a late breakfast, given the dogs some attention. Not bad.
I will, however, miss Michael as my date to a social/work function tonight, but a friend and I will make a nice twosome. Michael's "delicate" condition might provide me with the perfect reason to bolt on the early side, so maybe I won't curse him, even if I end up hacking up my lung later in the week?!
2 comments:
I have zero patience with Ali when he's sick. His "delicate" condition nearly sets me over the edge! It's all me, me, me. It drives me nuts - so really, you are a much better wife than me!
The rain totally kiboshed (sp?) my plans to take Maya to the park today and exhaust her. What does one do with a rowdy child in the rain? I have no idea...it's going to be a long day. :)
Michael's actually pretty low key, and he apologizes profusely for being sick, which is kind of funny.
I can't imagine having a child and being cooped up all weekend with that little being. I have a friend whose daughter is about 18 months; she said that yesterday, she and her husband profoundly wished that daycare were open on saturdays so that they could drop their daughter off. Too funny.
I hope that you survived - that you either gave Maya or yourself a sedative.
Post a Comment