Let me be an "Honest Abe."
I don't do very well with sick people.
It's not that I'm not sympathetic.
I am. Really.
Okay, maybe not so much.
I come from the camp of "get up and get going."
A shower might help.
Take a walk.
Eat a little something.
Or...
For the love of Pete, get out of bed and make yourself feel better.
That does not sound sympathetic, does it?
I'm happy to report, my Mia didn't get my
"not very sympathetic, kinda a jerk when you're sick" genes.
The flu/cold bug hit our house last week and lingered through the weekend.
It had both Trey and I coughing and hacking
and then gave the Big Guy a case of Strep.
I was not happy.
Mortified.
A three day weekend ruined.
If you ask me, it's the worst kind of fate.
A weekend that can't be enjoyed.
Big Guy, aka Frankie, Dad, My Darling Hubs
was in bed for most of the weekend.
As I was doing the eighth load of laundry
a spritely Mia came downstairs,
grabbed a cold drink and said, "this is for Dad."
He has a fever."
She went up the stairs with a smile.
Soon after, I follwwed her ~
I had the lovely chore of putting away
yet another load of the fresh laundry.
There it was that I found our Florence Nightingale
hanging out with her sick daddy.
She brought in her own chair, a blankie and
patience enough to watch all of Daddy's fave movies.
Gotta love that sometimes genes really do skip a generation.
Update: Happy to report the big guy is productively at work today.
Although Trey and I are still hacking, we're feeling just fine.
And Mia, she's just fine with not having another patient to care for!!
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