I know you think you're suffering.
And you are, you are. The aches are real, the fatigue is real, the struggle is real. But please, former self, O untethered, self-involved former self, ENJOY THIS TIME.
Enjoy your cold, your flu, your general malaise. SIT ON THE COUCH. BY YOURSELF. ALL DAY.
Watch junk tv and Netflix.
Get up only to re-microwave the heatpack and refill your teacup and use the bathroom. BY YOURSELF.
Savor the ability to nurse your ailment, because there will come a day when your five miniature bosses will not allow you the luxury of a sick day. Yes, yes, everyone jokes about how "moms don't get sick days" alongside a disheveled cartoon housewife in her robe rolling her eyes. I'm telling you, you will look back on the vacations you took on your couch with a box of Kleenex and a box of Wheat Thins watching Judge Judy and MARVEL that such an opportunity was ever yours.
It's true, young wife, the babies are sweet. And this is what you sign on for, and it's all worth it, and usually it feels like it's worth it. But aches and chills and fatigue don't go well with making dinner (they still have to eat,) nursing every three hours, breaking up the thousandth snow-day-induced squabble, and teaching fractions.
Oh that's right, you don't know about the homeschooling yet, do you?
Better hit that couch, you. Enjoy your cold.
4 comments:
I wish there were emoticons to utilize...I am so glad you're back. This did not disappoint.
Keep it up. LYM
Man. Those were the days.
I may do a follow up post titled, "A Letter to Driving In A Car, Before Kids."
YES, Josh. Be sure to include NPR, music with swears and COMPLETE SILENCE.
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