Under the Weather

I crawled back into bed today – at ten in the morning.

The husband is still sick. The kids need me. The house is a mess. Food needs to be cooked. We still have much to do before my oldest’s birthday party next weekend. And the list goes on and on.

At eight in the morning I had all the energy in the world to tackle all the things but when I discovered my husband lying on the couch, tired of being sick, I waved my white flag.

Too much. Pushed over the edge. It’s time for me to find the safe space beneath my quilt.

I have a heavy dose of empathy maybe? Or it’s the simple fact that he is my partner? Either way, when my husband lingers too long in sickness it eventually takes me over and swallows me up.

If he is going to be sick. Then I apparently will be too. He is frustrated. I am frustrated. Especially because we see each other all day and night. Which I love, but also find that all those little things – good or bad – take on a more intense quality.

If you need me. Or my husband. We’ll be buried under blankets in various rooms, thankful our children are managing with low parent involvement.