“Keeping busy, helps the day move along.”
This was my husband’s text message response to me after asking me midday how I was feeling a day after I had been running a low grade fever and just overall felt worn out.
Trust me, I got it and he was right keeping busy does help at least let the day when you are sick go somewhat quicker. However, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head even if I truly couldn’t.
But still, it was only a few weeks before this when he was sick with a low grade fever that he had literally taken to his bed for over four hours one afternoon to nap. Also for days, I heard how sick he was (mind you his fever never went above 100.4 degrees) and even how when he had been coughing during the night he swore that he heard wheezing. So, he was clearly on death’s door!
Yet, I am not feeling up to par, I am told to keep moving and not give into it.
And for the most part that is what I normally do, because as a woman and a mom, I truly can’t afford to stop and even shared how moms can’t get sick.
Still, I find that being sick is treated differently by a man/dad versus a woman/mom, because the man flu is apparently real and also quite severe at least in my home.
So I present purely for entertaining pleasure only, when this dad gets sick…
Wakes up to complain about it and not move for at least an hour.
Once he does move, he makes sure all around him know he is indeed sick.
For breakfast, he needs some citrus–maybe orange juice or possibly a cup of tea with lemon and honey, because he is sick.
Midday arrives and in case you didn’t know he was sick, he will make sure to tell you again. Then subsequently take to his bed, because he clearly is sick and possibly even dying.
When nap time is over, you get to hear a rising chorus of how miserable he is still feeling. And as much as you loathe the napping dad, you must admit at least he is quiet!
At dinner, he can barely eat it. Because don’t you know he is ill and just can’t stomach a meal on his death bed.
Is it bedtime yet? Because once again, he is sick.
Now it is clearly bedtime as he is by all appearance very much sound asleep, snoring and still so very sick though.
Next morning, repeat and rise with the man cold here. Because he is sick and even though he was clearly sleeping soundly beside you, he really allegedly wasn’t and is just so tired now. Appearances are and can most certainly be deceiving with this dad.
Conversely I give you when this mom gets sick…
Mom gets up before the alarm, even though she feels miserable, because she knows it will only be worse in the end if she doesn’t.
The day is a blur as she takes care of the normal and regular daily routine with breakfast, getting all out the door and more.
Mom eats when she remembers, because that is what happens on a normal day–sick or not.
She works, cooks, cleans, helps with homework, chauffeurs her children and so much more, because again that is just what moms do sick or not.
When mom’s bed calls her, someone always interrupts bedtime. Because once again sick or not, this is the drill.
Finally she hits the pillow, only to rehash in her brain all that she must take care of in the morning and the day to follow.
Wake up time already once again and this mom is ready to do it all over–well, sick or else.
Just once this mom would like to be this dad when she gets sick, but then again pretty sure she wouldn’t know how to do it even if she tried!
*I kid in jest here and no dads were harmed in the telling of this tale! Also, I must confess that my kids both got sick while I was still sick with the above mentioned virus, my husband did step up to the plate in more ways than one to help out. So, trust me this post was truly meant for a bit of levity and laughs after our house was what seemed like under quarantine for about 3 weeks from start to finish. So over the illnesses, snow and more that comes with winter time now. I have only one question, is it spring yet?