Chambray Shirt Design c/o Lucy Larkin
This is a picture of me covered in Lucy puke, taken approximately 24 hours before a reincarnation of the bubonic plague visited our house. Things got bad and then they got worse, but luckily Emma and Lucy stayed healthy and happy throughout the whole ordeal. (The puke in the photo is, in actuality, unrelated to the plague. But it seemed fitting. 😑)
What exactly do parents do when they get sick? I can tell you what I did and I’m not proud of it.
I’m not typically a fan of “I’m sick” blog posts, but this thing did me in. Now that I’m coming out of it, I can’t stop thinking about just what a strange thing it is to “get sick.” I was hallucinating and sweating and stuff. I threw my phone across the room because it was too bright. There were too many pillows and not enough pillows all at once. I stumbled through the house and the only place I could get comfortable was on the living room floor with a blanket over my head. That part was actually really nice and the highlight of the day.
I wish I had the energy to do a full write-up of our techniques for surviving a sick day with kids at home. But I’m still shaky so let’s save that for another day. And honestly, we just got lucky. Lucy slept in, she took a long morning nap and an even longer afternoon nap, and is currently asleep in her crib for the night. Emma is a sweet kid and did her best to “take care” all day. She’d bring Kelly a blanket and say “Mommy! I’m taking care of you!” And when one of us was napping, she’d tiptoe around and try to speak in this little whisper. It was the cutest thing in the world. I should knock on wood before bragging about this on the internet, but I think we’re in the clear. (Plus, in reality, we just let Emma use the iPad as much as she wanted and things sort of worked out. Thank god for iPads.)
As a rule, Kelly and I cram way too much into our schedules. Professor McStomach Bug threw a wrench into that finely oiled machine. So today was like a guy juggling 10 balls at once tripping and having each ball smack him in the face in sequence. With any luck, though, tomorrow will be one of those “I’m not sick anymore!” days when the sun shines just a little brighter and we can start picking up some of those balls.
For now, we got through it… and I’m going to bed.
New clothing that I obviously need^