The Black Plague
Last week when I was hit with a viral illness of the worst kind. It was the first time in over 10 years I had had a stomach virus. I was so sick, in fact, I can only remember feeling as ill once in my pre-teen years and I stayed home from school for almost a week. (That was back when General Hospital was THE show to see.) Monday and Tuesday I tried to sleep through the worst of it only to be awakened every few hours by, "Momma, Momma ..." someone calling my name for something. I was barely able to crawl out to the bathroom much less answer calls for "Momma". Wednesday, long before I was ready, I was expected to resume my duties of cheif cook, housekeeper, laundress, social secretary, financier, butler and maid. Then the baby got sick. My house was a total wreck from the two days I was completely out of commission and three more days of sitting and holding and napping and rocking a sick baby furthered the wreckage. Thursday Grace came home from school sick. Laundry begin to pile up in mass amounts. Friday Steve stumbled back from work at 10am clinging to his last shred of life. Saturday brought Colby to her knees. Except for the baby these people all expected to sleep uninterupted. Theymexpected tylenol, cool or warm drinks and to be left alone in their misery. All of which they did not afford me the prvilige of doing. I resent this behavior. I laid it out last night how angry I was that after a decade of not being sick the one time I was too sick to care for myself no one left me to heal and suffer quietly. I resent their own illness and the fact someone had to care for each of them in turn and it had to be me. No one waited on me and brought me drinks and tylenol. No. One. I am angry with them all because no one has ever been as sick as each of them were and there was little compassion for my own illness. It may take me a very long time to get over being angry. I had a few posts I had written in the past that I was able to post last week. This week I have nothing in my arsenal. It will take me awhile to catch up on laundry, clean my kitchen and mop my floors. Not to mention all of the laundry from last week and the mountain of bedding that has to be washed and dried. If I manage to answer my backlog of email, to post or to work on the templates I have promised it is because I have gone on strike and taken leave of my senses for a day or two.
Death comes silently, huh? Not so silent, methinks.
At least you guys had school today, right? Ugh.
Sorry about the sickness and even sorrier about the unfair balance (it's the same here, just so you know).
Death comes silently, huh? Not so silent, methinks.
At least you guys had school today, right? Ugh.
Sorry about the sickness and even sorrier about the unfair balance (it's the same here, just so you know).
It just ain't fair, is it? Mommas are NOT supposed to get sick, EVER. I know the piled-up laundry and other chores are running you crazy, so after you're done, have an Angie Day that you can relax and enjoy.
I'm so sorry. :( That's just not fair.
We (mommas) can all empathize. New rule: anyone over 12 takes care of theirselves when they are sick. Hope you laid a guilt trip on them.
I'm sorry.
You are not alone, unfortunately.
That laundry ain't going anywhere, again, unfortunately.
I'll think of you while I do my own.
~K!
Sorry you felt so awful - nothing fun about a stomach virus. I hope your house is back to normal soon!
Silently MY ass.
This is one of my biggest resentments with my husband and my teenaged son.
I swear I mention I'm not feeling well...and Jeff suddenly "I have a sore throat..." wahh....whiny...
It's bad enough when you do get a little under the weather but when you're supposed to take care of 2 or 3 other people AND a house AND all the meals AND everything else...when you are S-I-C-K...that's just so wrong.
I hope you feel better soon....
Sorry, Angie, and I know how you feel. Families can be so unfair at times. My daughter had 4 kids sick last week at the same time, but luckily she didn't get it too. You take all the time you need to recover - both physically and mentally - and perhaps next time you are ill, they will remember how to care for you.
We've been exceedingly lucky to never have both parents hit rock bottom at the same time. Be confident that the odds are it will never happen again in your household.
Get well! Soon!
We've been exceedingly lucky to never have both parents hit rock bottom at the same time. Be confident that the odds are it will never happen again in your household.
Get well! Soon!
Aw, Angie...that. stinks. plain and simple.
glad you're feeling a bit better, though.
When gak illness moves through the home it seems as though it lasts forever and there is not enough love and attention to go around. And momma is always at the bottom of the ladder- or the top, depending on your perspective. The thing is- they depend on you and that must be because of what you bring to the table. That's a good thing.
Feel better all ways soon, Angie!
Oh Angie. I feel your pain. It's because you're such a good mom that they expect so much from you. Take your time getting back to normal.
Oh Angie, it's not like you to sound so angry -
or to stay angry...
I'm hoping you feel better about all of it soon.
No one ever knows how hard moms work, do they?
Ugh.
Sadly, we all know how you feel. Nooze AND Chachi were sick for over a week, and I ran from one end of the house to the other to take care of them.
When I have a migraine and lose sight in my right eye, I STILL get to make dinner.
I am SO glad you are feeling better. Let me be the (14th? 15th?) to tell you that you are RIGHT to be pissed. I'd be upset to and I'D STILL be reading the riot act. I would give anything to be pampered when I'm sick instead of always being the one who has to take care of everyone else. Even on my deathbed, it'll be the same.
I feel your pain sister. That doesn't make it better, but I do know.
I am SO glad you are feeling better. Let me be the (14th? 15th?) to tell you that you are RIGHT to be pissed. I'd be upset to and I'D STILL be reading the riot act. I would give anything to be pampered when I'm sick instead of always being the one who has to take care of everyone else. Even on my deathbed, it'll be the same.
I feel your pain sister. That doesn't make it better, but I do know.
I got the flu once when I was in my first trimester. And I had a sick toddler and a sick spouse. No fair. Everyone got taken care of but me. And, because I was preggers, I couldn't take the anti-flu medicine. :( Glad you're better now.
I know it feels unfair, honey, but I love what Vicki said: they depend on you because of who you are. I wish I lived closer. I would bring you tea, amuse the baby, make sure Gracie did her homework, and fold some laundry.
I hope you feel better soon.
hugs and smooches.
Well, good for you for setting them straight. I do know exactly how you feel.
They owe you a day away at a spa.
I think us moms need to form a group and we can all take care of each other when we are sick. It is such crap isn't it. My daughter had the stomach flu all weekend. I don't know how many times I changed her jammies and sheets. It was horrible. I hope to god I don't get it because like you I will still be in demand.
Do not let this one go Angie. You should have had hot soup , tylenol and someone to amuse the baby at very least. Only men get to stay in bed. The rest of us ? One year my niece came over w/ a friend when I was dying of a terrible flu.
I thought they would help me. Instead, they asked what I was planning for dinner. They left in haste when I answered "your funerals".
I hope that your family will take heed because they are a great family but sometimes people need a kick in the pants reminder.
If I lived closer your laundry would already be done. The bee
Why is that? Everytime everyone in the house gets sick it's MOM who has to do everything and the minute Mom is out of it doing her best to get well, nobody seems to want to help her?
I understand your anger.
I sooo hear you. Josh does this to me all the time, when he is sick, it is the end of the world, but whatever I have is totally not serious.
I hope you are feeling better soon, and I hope you get the sympathy you deserve in the future.