Well, the beautiful snowy weekend here was spent shovelling, playing, and feeling nauseous. Saturday night I succumbed to a bit a GI bug. Instead of rallying and forcing myself to function as mom, I didn’t. I gave in to being sick. My husband does this whenever he is sick (which is not too often) and it always annoys me. But I think it annoys me because I resent that I “can’t” do that. So this time, I didn’t. And surprise, surprise (ahem) he didn’t mind. In fact, he said “doesn’t it feel better to just lie down and be sick instead of trying to pretend you aren’t sick?”.
I was mindfully sick for 24 hours and he was right. It definitely felt better. And once again I learned about how much domestic conflict can be created in one’s own head. Double lessons learned this weekend.