Today is Martin Luther King Jr. day. A holiday. No school for the oldest - nor tomorrow because they piggyback a teacher workday to give families a long weekend. No work for my husband. I am the only sad sap that had to get up, shower, and go to work bright and early. Husband was sick and running a fever yesterday, so everyone was getting to sleep in today. I got to work, after stopping for a Venti Non-fat Toffee Nut Chai from Starbucks, around 7:15 a.m. I don't usually leave the house until 7:30 a.m. most mornings after handing off the kids to Iago.
I'm currently in "peak season" at work. I have a project launching on Wednesday and it takes a while to get ready. I had told Husband I would need to work late. In the midst of a stressful day, I get a text from Husband asking me to pick up orange juice, acetamenophin, and Sudafed on the way home. This means he hasn't left the house, isn't going to the grocery store, and has most likely scrounged from the meager cupboards to find something to feed the kids for lunch (turns out, it was chips & salsa for lunch). My guess from the text is that he needs me to bring dinner home. Even though I told him I had to work late.
I work until 6:15/6:30. I'm tired. I have not accomplished as much as I would like / need to. But I know I have to go home to take the family dinner. Because he won't think to have his brother go out and bring back food. He's in such a delirious stupor from his fever. Have I mentioned that this is the same fever that we all had last week, same cough, same nasal drip - and I went to work the whole week AND took care of the kids over the weekend while I had it? Iago was even sick and still handled the kids - including Igor home from school. Not my Husband. Nope. The world is ending. He is the only one to have experienced a fever like this. His abdomen hurts from coughing so much.
I go to CVS and sign my life away to get the real sudafed. I'm not a drug dealer. . .or manufacturer, for that matter. I pick up what he wants. I bring home McDonald's for the family. We eat. Kids play with happy meals. We put them to bed. Husband showers. I change his dressing. We come down and watch How I Met Your Mother, followed by Mike & Molly (because HIMYM was too sad) on the DVR. Now, I'm blogging briefly before going to sleep. Husband is already attempting sleep on the couch.
No movement toward the goal - except that I put yesterday's laundry away and took Iago's hand weight back up to the bonus room from the laundry room where Husband had left it when he was using it for his arm strength therapy. I'm tired. Husband is staying home from work tomorrow. I have to go in. It will be another day like today. Ugh.
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