What month is it?!

I haven't blogged in, like, fo-evah! (as The DIVA would say) I'd tend to agree with that.

I've been not only very busy, but also very sick. It's hard to run a household from a (month-long) sickbed. First, my husband went through it. He was gracious enough to bring this flu bug home from work with him. Thanks, Honey. At least we can't say he never gave us anything. I would rather have something more along the lines of diamonds or even chocolates, but I digress...

When a man gets sick, it is truly then end of the universe. Not life, not the world, but the universe. They can't seem to accomplish anything for themselves, including proper hydration and accurate dispensing of the medications that will bring them back to the land of the living. What is with that?! I think my grandmother is quite accurate when she says a man without a woman is only half a person. After all, half of him would be DEAD from the flu without a woman there handing him orange juice and DayQuil every 4 hours. God only knows what shape the other half would be in too. I don't want to think about it...I might relapse myself.

So, the poor soul, who really was that sick, spent 5 days laying in bed- our bed -tossing and turning, sweating and freezing, barely getting any rest through all of his fits, and as his loving wife and adopted mommy (I also think there are adoption papers somehow tied to the signatures on marriage licenses, although I can never prove it...still working on it though.), I cared for him night and day through it all. I love him to the ends of the earth, and it is a very rare occasion he gets sick, so he wasn't milking it or anything. He really was THAT SICK. I was the most concerned when he asked me to drive him to the doctor. After the smelling salts cleared away, we bundled up The Little Man and headed off to the Urgent Care Center, as the regular clinic was full up with other folks dying of the flu. The passer-on of this fabulous gift found out earlier in the day he actually had pneumonia, so we wanted to get my man checked out, in case he needed antibiotics. Luckily, he did not. He just needed to wait it out. Thanks- that will be $500, please. Ugh!

So my husband, I'm happy to report, did survive his ordeal. The day after he started feeling better, guess what happened? You betcha! It was my turn to toss and turn, and sweat and freeze, and barely get any rest, but there was one teeny little difference here: I was on my own. I still had to "go to work." There are no allotted sick days for Moms, and no matter how many times I tried to call in sick to The Little Man, he was not having it. I did too! I called from my sick bed, "Little Man! Mommy can't come hug you!" (Please, before you attack, go back to my previous post, and have some sympathy for the sick. Yes, he's still doing this. *sigh*) He wasn't answering his phone, and his machine must have been to full to take a message on this one. No one was home with us all day, so when The Big Man came home from school, I had to have him help play with his brother for a while until Dad got home. The Big Man was less than impressed, as usual, but he did help out. He breathed many a sigh of relief when he came home to a quiet, napping Little Man. Then he could play PSP in peace and quiet. Sheesh! Can't a kid play video games undisturbed these days?!

I'm finally coming out of my flu daze, nearly a month later. It's just hung on, and on, and on. Much of it has been the fact that I haven't had the luxury of laying around and resting, not having to take care of anyone else, and having someone take care of me. I didn't take good care of myself, simply because I couldn't many days. I skipped meals for days, didn't take in as many fluids as I should have, even ran out of meds one morning and was too sick to go get more. Oh well, I, too lived to tell about it! Hopefully, there's no way to transfer germs across the 'net. You most certainly DO NOT want to get what we had. (knock on wood!) The boys didn't get it, and The DIVA had a very mild case, only about 2 days and pretty light. I'd rather take care of 3 sick kids at once than be sick like this myself, and I'm sure all you moms out there can relate. I don't care to do this again, evah!