I’ve quite a few amusing little anecdotes to tell about my week this week. There’s only one problem. I’m so tired I can’t remember any of them.
There was, as best as I can recall, a commercial for a cough medicine where the Mom gets sick and the Dad and kids try to do everything she does. The end result is a home looking like a Federal Disaster Area when Mom gets out of bed.
In our house, Mommy was sick in bed for most of this week.
If anyone ever wants to know the true nature of Hell, just come by my house when Leah is sick. Take care of Sam, Noah, and Aidan. Cook their food. Bathe them. Change their diapers. Change their clothes. Play with them. Talk to them. Answer their questions. Read to them. Put them to bed. Feed the dog. Feed the cat. Do the laundry. Do the dishes. Clean the kitchen. Clean the living room. All between the hours of 5:00 and 8:00 pm. Then see if you have the energy to cook yourself dinner.
Later, much later, you can wake up and feed the twins. And, while you’re at it, you can change Noah’s clothes and give him another bath, as he now has the same stomach bug Mommy has. Then, even later, you can wake up again to give Sammy a glass of water and some Tylenol because his foot hurts. Oh, and to top it off, you can wake up one more time, because Noah has thrown up everything, and you need to keep him hydrated.
By the way, you’ll be sleeping on the couch, as you don’t want to get sick yourself. It’s comfortable. At least it is when it’s not covered in baby puke.
All praise and honor to my wife. Please, please, please, please, please feel better very, very soon.
