Sick Day

Today I woke up feeling sick again. It's just a bad cold I think, but I'm starting to wonder if strep throat may be coming next because it seems to be getting worse. It didn't help that S woke up at 2:00 am and would only sleep if she was laying (and kicking) in the bed next to me for the rest of the night. I took the opportunity to have a sick day because Sunday is about the only day of the week I can pull it off with R's busy schedule. I even made him take all of the kids to church by himself and looked forward to my day of healing.

I went back to bed after helping do the girls hair, finding shoes, filling the diaper bag, and waving goodbye trying to suppress the guilt I felt for missing church with my family. Soon after I called R on his cell asking if I should just get dressed and come, he told me no. I promptly crawled back into bed and fell asleep. I didn't wake up again until I heard my children's happy voices echoing off the walls a couple hours later. After feeding the kids lunch, R came to our room, grabbed a book to read and laid on the bed next to me. As he stared at the book he said with a note of frustration, "This is not going to be a good day for me." I thought he was feeling the burden of being the single parent and asked what had happened. He showed me some emails he had received from work during church that obligated him to finish some documents by the end of the day. So at about 3:30 he had to go into the office to finish these documents that really didn't need to be done today, but the clients wanted them to be, so they would be.

R missed dinner with us, and H called him several times checking when he might be coming home. He said his guess was 8:30. H was working on a project that he was dying to show his Dad. Then R missed bedtime stories, prayers, hugs and kisses. I eventually got the baby into bed at 10:30 and he still wasn't home. I tried calling work and there was no answer. I decided either he had just left, or was run off the road somewhere two hours ago and was lying unconscious. I try not to get myself worked up on thoughts like that, so decided I would try his cell phone in a few minutes if he didn't get home. Well, he finally arrived home at 10:45 and at least he got to kiss S goodnight because she was still awake crying for "uppy" in her bed. Now I can finish up this post and get a few minutes with him for conversation before it's time for bed and we do this all over again tomorrow. So much for my day of healing, I guess I'll have to load up on vitamins and hope for a good night's sleep.