Reversal of Fortune
You're all hearing from me again, much sooner than anyone could have anticipated. What precipitated this? A reversal of fortune . . .in the immune system game of roulette.
As previously reported, our little portable petri dish is doing her part to keep Kimberly-Clark in business as we've been through more tissues in the last six months than in the last six years. In the past Chuck was the one to get every dread disease while I was sympathetic but healthy. Then the worm turned and I was getting every cootie our little cutie brought home while Chuck was blessed with a healthy constitution. Well, the worm has come full circle and Chuck's down for the count. In a big, bad, aren't guys the worst when they get sick, kinda way.
The petri dish has an ear infection (only a mild one) and the green snots and is coughing again. But as sick as she is, as long as her fever isn't raging she's bouncing around the house and in excellent spirits. You wouldn't know she's sick. Chuck, on the other hand, has been asleep either in bed or on the couch in the family room since about noon on Saturday. His skin hurts. His head is stuffy. He feels like shit. Puleeze. Try 96 hours of labor (no exaggeration) and childbirth.
He's sick. He's dying. But it hasn't cut down on his intake of Marlboro's (though the price has skyrocketed to $3.50 a pack).
All this to say that I've been on Mommy Detail virtually non-stop since early Saturday (since it was my day to get up early). I used to think it would almost be easier being a single mom. No one to have to negotiate with and compromise with (I'm not good at sharing or compromising). One person. All my way. Not too shabby. But. . . when your two year old refuses to listen to you and you're tired and just want to scream it's nice to have another parent. This fact was driven home to me when that other person (who the baby actually LISTENS TO) was down for the count and there was no one to hand off to.
He's going to read this and hold it over my head now, thinking that I should be more grateful for him. I guess I should be but I probably won't be.
Chuck informed me late this afternoon that he's done being sick. This is a good thing since last night I informed him that he's out of sick time. Clearly I was done with him being sick before he was.
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