On being a sick Mom

I hate being sick. Silly comment, I know. Who enjoys being sick? I just hate the disruption of life. Life does not stop because I'm not feeling well. Work deadlines still loom, children still require dinner and laundry still piles up. All this while I battle a fever and seemingly hack out my lungs.

Being sick does bring some good with it. DH really does step up and take care of me. Don't get me wrong, he will roll his eyes when I suggest he purchase a thermometer even though we surely have 10 in the house, but he moves beyond and tends to my care. This evening he brought home 7-up and some saltine crackers. Ah, yes, the cure all remedies of my childhood. No matter the ailment Mom would give us 7-up, saltine crackers and big stick popsicles. I know that saltine crackers and clear soda won't really cure my raging chest cold but knowing my husband loves me, hacking cough, runny nose, fever and all, makes me feel better instantly.

Wish he could do something to take care of the meeting I have scheduled at the office tomorrow morning at ten.