The Fish Tank was hit this week. Strep throat for the third time this year. Bless his heart, The Scientist was a gem through it all (did I mention that I was the only one who got it?). Obviously, the ship sinks when Mommy goes down and someone else has to take command.
When I had to take to my bed for hours after unloading the dishwasher, he took the day off to help.
When it became obvious that I would be useless for child-activity-deliveries-and pick-up, he became the human taxi service.
When I needed my antibiotics picked up from the pharmacy, he raced out to get them.
When I moaned about the pain, he suggested and delivered Motrin.
He reminded me to drink lots of fluids and to rest more than I thought I had to.
He was rightfully proud of himself after all of this. He did seem to have a solution to everything. The man had it HANDLED. So much so, that on day 2 of antibiotics, when I lay listless on the bed, remarking that not much hurt anymore but that I just wanted to sleep for hours and wondered if I would ever have the energy to be normal again, he asked with all seriousness:
"Hmmm...do you want me to go out and get you an energy drink?"
I respectfully declined.
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1 comment:
i hope you are feeling better. kudos to the scientist for stepping up to the plate. i sometimes think it is twice as hard for them to do "our job" because the kids get so out of sorts with it all.
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