It’s all about ME!

I have been feeling so very guilty this week. It is not all about me. Never! It is about my husband and my family. But my guilt? It is all about me.

My husband has been just about all things to everyone this week, well, isn’t everything to Bairno. This past weekend SmockDaddy and I had a little “discussion” about the children and chores and consistency. Mostly, I discussed. And when I say discussed I mean discussed in that way in which everyone near me can hear most of my mumblings, but I am obviously mumbling to myself. That kind of discussion. I do it quite well. It is an art form that takes much practicing.

After this little discussion life around here took a turn. A turn for the better, but the timing of the turn was a bit poorly. I got sick. I got to feeling poorly myself. I spent Monday all day in bed with a high fever. This has moved all around my chest and my head. Today, Friday, I am feeling overall a bit better. All the while feeling a bit worse as well. My head is so incredibly full of pressure and fluid and snot that I can not move without getting extremely dizzy. Moving my eyeballs even makes the room spin. I got up to go to the bathroom earlier and I walked into the wall. Walking to the bathroom is like playing a game of Frogger, jumping and weaving between the moving walls to get through unharmed and alive so I can go pee.

My point of all this is the fact that I have done nothing all week. No thing around here. SmockDaddy has done everything – he has been a sole parent this week.

As long as I sit here in my bed and keep my body from being totally upright when I sit then I can see things mostly clearly without much spinning. Therein lies my guilt. It’s all about ME! I should be doing the motherly things again. Yes, I am still coughing, but that will be going on for about two more weeks, right? That always hangs on. I feel good as long as I don’t move.

If I don’t get better soon, they may not want me back doing the motherly things; SmockDaddy is doing a better job than me. More laundry is getting done and put away (mostly). I will remind myself that the timing of the washing machine getting fixed coincided with all this so I haven’t really had the opportunity to catch up before I got sick. Thy have had a hot meal at supper (nothing new there) and lunch (he better stop that) everyday this week. I will remind myself that the schedule this week has allowed for that mostly. Next week – nope.

And, Internets, guess what else he has been doing? Go ahead, guess! He has even been picking up after himself and cleaning the kitchen when he is through. He has filled the dishwasher. And emptied it! He cleaned off his dresser. His clothes are making it into the laundry hamper! So in my pleasure I jest with his new found energy. SmockDaddy, do you know how sexy all this makes you? mmm hmm.

This is February, right? The month of luuuuuuv? mmm hmm.
SmockDaddy, thank you for being the kind of husband and father that will gladly and willingly take over and do what is necessary.