Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Nursing Staff

There is a long, long list of things I should be doing:
-folding laundry
-putting away clean clothes
-sweeping and mopping my floors
-gardening (I’m sure there’s a rotting tomato out there somewhere)
-cleaning the kitchen
-disinfecting any surface in my home…

The list just keeps going. But, the truth is, I need some sanity. I need some adult conversation. I need… a brownie!

The reason for all this need is because of Todd. No, I’m not saying my husband is the cause of all my problems. On the contrary, he generally fixes most of the messes I get myself into. But, at the moment, he’s sick in bed. He’s been permanently fixed in that bed since early Thursday afternoon and, on doctor’s orders, won’t be seeing the light of day from anywhere but that bed before Saturday. Yes, Saturday. That’s right people, my always-has-to-be-doing husband is laid-up for at least another few days and I’m… well, I’m in mourning.

I don’t like being a single parent. It’s hard- stinkin’ hard! I also don’t like being away from my husband. I kinda miss him (insert reader’s “poor baby” here). I refuse to be near him, let alone touch him because, well, I don’t think we own enough bleach for a bathtub full. He’s sick, but so far, the rest of us have been plague-free. That’s thanks, in part, to him being willing to be shut up in the bedroom without visitors or the comfort of TV (or anything really) so that the family might all be spared. The other part is because of the tea-tree/grapefruit seed oil/bleach combination that has been over every inch of this house (except the bedroom that I refuse to go into unless absolutely necessary). He feels miserably and it’s got to be killing him to just lie in bed, although I’m pretty sure he couldn’t do anything even if he was allowed out. The kids miss him. The dog misses him. Even I miss him. Please pray that he gets over this, and in the meantime, pray that my cookie bars last long enough for him to get over it! (They say laughter is the best medicine, but does that count for the nursing staff as well?)

1 comment:

cwatson said...

When a "fellow" admits to being sick and you realize he "really" is sick -- well, it's just not good!
Hopefully he won't be confined too much longer -- and will be up-n-going faster than predicted.
Hey, with everyone praying for him, that could happen!