Friday, June 5, 2015
4 Reasons Why I Hate Getting Sick When Tom Is Deployed
I recently got double pink eye, mixed with allergies. It left me stretched out on the couch, surrounded by tissues. But I couldn't rest the entire day, because I have kids and my husband isn't here. So it's just me. I had to muster up the strength to parent, but it was tough. Still. I managed, and I'm happy to say I'm feeling much better.
But here are reasons why I hate getting sick when Tom is deployed.
1. I worry I might die.
If I did, would the kids dance over my carcass and stuff their faces with the marshmallow fluff I refuse to let them have for dinner? Would they even go for help?!
2. It's tough to move and make meals.
I could be like, "Get whatever," but Natalie would go for the marshmallow fluff I mentioned above, and Tommy would probably just eat chips. It's not a big deal for one night, but then I worry they'll tell their teachers: "I had marshmallow fluff for dinner--FIFTY spoonfuls, because Mommy was half dead on the couch." Then they might alert the authorities because they could worry I'm a drug addict or something.
3. I can't parent properly.
If the kids are fighting, I'm sort of leaning against the wall so I don't pass out while going, "Stop it," but my voice comes out in a whisper, so who would take that seriously?
4. The house looks scary.
The kids can sort of help, but their idea of cleaning is usually sticking everything into one giant pile. So there will be piles around the house, plus countertops and floors will be sticky, and a strange smell might be wafting around because of the dishes in the sink. This is usually the time when everyone wants to stop by to say hello.
I hope from now on I remain healthy. Tom should be home next month if the military remains nice.