Well, a nasty stomach flu has hit the Friedman family pretty hard. Marlo was the first to get it on Sunday. She was up two nights in a row, throwing up every hour and having diarrhea. After we went through all the bed sheets, we were just sleeping on towels. It was a rough night. I got it yesterday and then Joe woke up at about 4 am with it. It takes you out, but it seems to pass quickly. I already feel a whole lot better today.
As I write this, Joe is in bed and he's been in bed all day. And Joe never misses work so it's a big deal if he stays home because he's sick. I've been taking care of the kids, like I always do. Earlier when I was checking on Joe, he said, "I don't know how you did this yesterday with kids." My response: "It sucked, but I didn't have another choice." And this highlights the big difference between the roles in our marriage. I am 100% responsible for the kids - even when I'm sick and I'm running to the bathroom to vomit.
I don't mind this. I know we have different roles. But I was actually happy that he acknowledged how hard it must have been to be so sick and have to take care of the kids. There is no sick and in bed day for mommy. For daddy, yes, but not for mommy. Sigh. Is it bad that I think it would be fabulous to be sick and watch TV in bed all day? A gal can dream.
Yes. This.
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