happy to be taking my lumps…

Yesterday I thought I knew what I was writing about today. I realized I was going to have to come clean and take my lumps for my bad attitude on Sunday. There are witnesses who I know read my blog, who heard me say when asked where Tim is – and yes this is a direct quote- “He’s home playing sick.” And to be really accurate I would have to admit that the comment was followed by a big eye roll. I know, I know I had a bad attitude.

You have to admit these illnesses come about at the most convenient times.  Being sick got Tim a looooooog day at home with no kids, no wife, and no “honey do” list.  A day off like that brings out the worst kind of envy. Now add in that Truman was beastly all morning to the point that I was ready to put myself into time out. But, I couldn’t because we had places to go and things to do and by golly I was not going to be any later than I already was. So Tim got a day off and I was frazzled. I didn’t get to church and it is Lent, so I was filled with a healthy dose of Catholic guilt to boot. Really, now that I think about it, the whole thing with Tru made me feel like a bad mom, so I am sure I was radiating bad attitude.

Alright, fast forward to Monday and you will find Theresa actually asking if he was feeling better? And can I get you anything? And do you think I ought to make an appointment with the doctor? At this point all I could think was that if he was really sick, I sure as heck didn’t want to get it, so he better identify what he has and get it out of my house. So off I sent him to the doctor.

When he arrived home yesterday he had a smirk that just screamed, “See I wasn’t faking it.” Well I knew that. You don’t think I didn’t check the digital thermometer already to make sure he really was running a fever. So seventy sum dollars later in prescriptions, we have determined that Tim has bronchitis and Theresa was a schmuck. Hey, I have big shoulders, I can take it.

Here’s where things turn around. Tim is feeling better, but stayed home for one last recovery day while all the meds kicked in. It just happened to be a beautiful sunny spring day where the kids play outside and the windows are open and everyone feels like it’s not such a big deal to live so far from the equator. It’s just the sort of day that I am typically feeling guilty for living through because Tim is cooped up in a dark windowless cubical. So today I am cleaning bathrooms and folding laundry while breathing the fresh air and because Tim is here I get to wear my happy “hello spring” attitude on my sleeve and really enjoy that it just happens to be a sick day.