Pass the Lysol

So, it’s been a sickie weekend around our house. It started with me Friday night. After enjoying a lovely evening of REAL snow, my stomach felt iffy. I ended up staying up all night with yuck coming out both ends. Lovely. Saturday was spent in bed, in a feverish fog. I’m still feeling a little dodgy, but am mostly on the mend.

I was really hoping it was just food poisoning; something only I ate, or just Donnie and I ate. It’s so pathetic when the kids are sick, and usually if it’s a tummy bug they have it first. I’m still holding out hope for the food poisoning diagnosis. I guess if the kids are still well by the end of the week, we’ll know that’s what it was.

Anyway, Donnie  started running a fever and feeling queasy today. And when he’s in the bed,  sick, I feel like I’ve lost my right arm or something.

Maybe it’s my own version of PTSD, a dread of having to single-parent again, this time with a young baby. I just realized that sounds like I’m afraid he’ll die–that’s NOT the case! LOL But I realize when he’s out of commission how we operate as a team, and with this baby, it’s been more true than ever. He’s such a great dad, involved in every way he can be. He’d probably take on some of the breastfeeding too, if there wasn’t that pesky biological barrier there.

I guess when you’ve been married as long as we have (19 years and counting) you tag-team rather effortlessly, even though it doesn’t always feel that way. You don’t realize how much you count on each other until the other person is out of commission. I hope he’s better soon. 🙁