Why is it that when Mom is sick is when Dad works the longest day and can't come home to help out, the baby thinks that TODAY is the day where he'll find his loud voice and squeal and scream in excitement time after time after time after time..., and the dog can't follow me around enough to get one walk around the block.
All I want to do is lie down. I just want to pull the covers up over my head and vegetate, be it sleeping or watching mindless television shows during the daytime. But the baby wants to try to explore today and he wants to yell like I said and he can't help but to climb all over me and jump on my stomach which is queasy enough without a small human playing on it. And the dog sees me get up to head to the bathroom or to the next room to grab a diaper and she instantly is off the bed and heading to the door with the glint of hope that this time Mom will take her outside!
And why is it that when I get sick does my husband have the one set schedule of plans- he's heading out of town for a bachelor party this weekend (yes, I am aware that it is Easter, our FIRST Easter with the baby!)- and I have to ruin his schedule just enough that it tweeks his entire day tomorrow and he kindly reminds me that for ME he'll do it. Would he do it for anyone else???
And so that's the worse part about staying home to raise the family- I don't get a sick day.
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