Monday, May 9, 2011
Mothers Never Get Sick
I have a confession to make:
There have been times in my life when I wished I could get sick. Times when life seemed so very hectic or emotionally stressful that I wished I could get some vague rare disease that would keep me on bed rest for several days....or maybe several weeks. Just so I could get a break. And have time to think. And breathe.
But late last night was NOT one of those times. I did NOT wish to get sick. And certainly NOT with the stomach flu. (My "vague rare disease" was never debilitating or unpleasant!)
I was the ONLY one in our house to escape the wicked virus 2 weeks ago. I helped take care of everyone else. I cleaned up the throw-up. I brought the Gatorade. I made the hot washcloths. I spoke the soothing words.
I was a GOOD mother! I was a GOOD wife! And good mothers never get sick. Isn't that the rule?!?
And it's been TWO weeks! I was sure I had dodged the bullet!
Apparently the fates thought differently. And saved my turn for Mother's Day night. As a special gift. Just for me.