Yesterday I was reminded of an episode of “The Cosby Show.” The one where both the parents are sick in bed.
That was the scenario in our house as well.
I had been up the night before with an awful stomach flu and was recovering. Dave was starting in on the fun (although I would take his sicknesses over mine any day. . . .at least he keeps his lunch where it belongs).
Thanks to some help from many folks — Megan taking Audra all day, and Logan’s friends mom taking him —- my kids had a good day. Once they were all home and Dave and I were confined to bed, the house suddenly got very quiet. I decided to check it out. All the kids were outside playing. Once they got hungry they came in. Neither Dave or I really wanted to deal with food and since this week has been about Conner, I must give a shout out to my amazing boy. Before Dave made it downstairs, Conner had found the leftovers in the fridge and was starting to heat them up for everyone. I think I’m liking this 9 year old business. And I guess because Conner was reheating, Logan suddenly decided he liked the dinner the night before he refused to eat. Both Dave and I were very grateful for Conner and his willingness to jump in and help without being asked. Also, so glad to be feeling better. I don’t think anyone who is 9 1/2 months pregnant should get that sick – super glad it didn’t put me into labor.