I've been sick today.
I laid around all day, could hardly do more than fix a little food for the 3 "sick" kids I had home today.
(By sick, I mean that Callum stayed home from school with his horrible cough/hacking. But by lunch, he was better & didn't cough again until night. And Emmalee & Benjamin both have pink eye--Emma worse than Ben. But it is the 2nd time for Ben.)
The 3 youngest had a blast all afternoon--sword fighing, climbing all over me, hiding (throwing for Ben) Easter eggs, and being really loud.
And guess which ones took a nap today??
NONE of them!! (Including me)
When the older kids got home from school, they helped out around the house. Zane brought in wood & helped with dishes. Brienna loaded the dishes, & Ethan vacuumed the floor.
Why did the floor need vacuumed?
Mostly (95%) because Benjamin L♥VES to get into EVERYTHING!!'
Today his crumbled up his toast (oh, and by the way--we have carpet in most of the house. yep--even the dining area), spilled his crackers & dry cereal.
And then he dumped out yet another box of crackers. Not his snack ones, but of course MY favorite crackers--Multi-grain Wheat Thins. And not the small box, but the family size one.
He dumped the whole box out, on top of all of the toast, cereal, and ground in crackers from earlier.
Oh--did I mention that I just opened the box yesterday?
And then before Callum could get them picked up, he danced in the crackers.
I do have to give him credit for helping Callum pick them up. And he did come & give me a hug afterwards. (Good thing he is so darn cute!)
Now--none of these things are the "cures" for sick Momma's.
THIS is the "Cure" for sick Momma's:
After everyone is home, helping out, & dinner (corn dogs & tator tots) is in the oven, go in your bedroom & lay down for a nap.
Get really comfy on your bed, listen to the family eating dinner, settle into a "deep" sleep, and then hear your husband say the following words enthusiastically:
"Your shirt's on fire!!!"
He said it so loudly, I immediately thought one of the boys was building the fire & caught his shirt on fire.
I jumped out of bed & dashed into the living room (I now hold the world's record for how quickly one can get into the other room).
Although it only took me 1.1 seconds (or maybe 10), I kept waiting to hear a screaming child & was grabbing for towels and getting ready to grab a pitcher of water.
As I rounded the corner, I yelled, "What happened?"
"NOTHING--why did you get up?"
"Rusty--you said someone was on fire."
He said--"oopps!! I said 'Liar, liar, your shirt is on fire.'"
This is the shirt that Zane was wearing today.
So after my heart settled back down into my chest, I wasn't a bit tired so I sat down with the family to eat dinner.
Okay--maybe I'm not "cured" from my sickness, but my motherly instinct to protect my youngin's is 100%.