Things you don’t want when your husband is away for an entire week:
- One sick child.
- Another sick child.
- A massive spider above the headboard of your bed.
- Having to clean up a giant, wet, spider splotch off the wall after finally screwing up the courage to squish said massive spider.
- Spending two hours at walk-in hours with aforementioned sick children.
The good news is that the kids don’t have strep. Just a nasty virus that so far Aaron and I have avoided. Keeping fingers crossed there.
I have (yet again) a renewed appreciation for single, working parents. I am totally exhausted – between trying to make it to work, frantically arranging emergency child care, playing nurse-maid to two sick children on top of the regular evening duties of dinner, baths, books, bed, cleaning up, and cleaning up, I am spread a little thin. Add onto that the night-time wakings of children who need medicine and hugs and cuddles, and I am spread so thin I’m nearly invisible.
I pick Nate up from the airport after work today, thank the gods. He’s going to be hearing about this week for awhile. “Remember that time you went to a week-long conference and two kids got sick and I had to kill a spider the size of a squirrel right above our bed??” He’d better have some tales about how horrifyingly awful his conference was.