This past weekend was a family Girls' Weekend (read about it here and here on Becky's blog). I was so psyched up to go and bond with my womenfolk, but Lily, Dan and I all got a nasty respiratory infection that put us all down with a fever and nasty cough-up-a-lung hacking. On Friday afternoon when it became obvious that I would need to stay home, I was so bitterly disappointed. But by 8:00 that night as I was shivering in my sweat, I was so freakin' glad to be at home in my own bed!
We spent the weekend convalescing, except for Dan, of course, who worked at his office, fed the cows and horses, and helped Brian and Keith tag calves. And to think he tried to give me hard time for taking the girls out for a walk on Saturday when they were driving me crazy being couped up in the house! The man doesn't know the meaning of "taking it easy".
For me, the hardest thing about being sick is that I still have to be the mom. When I feel crappy, I want to just crawl in my bed and sleep for hours, have someone else fix my food, get my medicine, provide me with movies to watch, etc. But when you have 3 kids, you have to do all those things for the little ones instead of someone taking care of you. I got so cranky because I was so tired and weak with fever and I remember yelling at Lily, "You're not the only one sick in this house!" Nice parenting. Real empathetic towards my po' sicky daughter. Dan and I tried to tag team depending on who was less exhausted. I guess the only thing worse than being the sick mom is being the sick mom with a sick husband.
We're all on the mend and thankfully Mack and Amelia didn't get sick, although Amelia was plenty cranky this weekend (likely from the clear lack of entertainment from her mother and sister).
Ladies, when can we have another Girls' Weekend?