in sickness...

Being sick puts you in this thick fog. The world goes on without you and sometimes the fog clears enough for you to see through it and peek in on the rest of the world. I have very foggy times and I have clear times; all in the space of a day. As much as I hate being sick, what I really hate is not being the same mom, wife, advisor, friend, sister, blogger, that I want to be. So until that moment comes where I am able to rejoin the world and welcome myself back to normalcy, I have to be grateful for little things.
Thing like:


My kids telling me to go lay in the bed they will take care of things. Then coming out to find chip crumbs all over the couch, toys covering every inch of carpet, and water droplets all over the floor from the pedicures they decided to give each other.


Or like the husband who can rarely physically be here, giving me flowers and the beloved DP so he provide a reminder of his moral support.
Or sweet moments from the resident monster.



After watching me throw up in the toilet and asking me 100 times if I was sick and me constantly affirming that yes, in fact mommy is sick, he grabs my hand, leads me to the couch. He tells me to be right back. He comes back proudly with his offering of a very dirty, but much beloved blanket and pacifier. He pushes them at my face and says, "Here. Now don't cry, k?" I take the blanket (try to ignore how gross it is) give him a kiss, and do my best not to cry at how much I love all the little thoughtful moments my family showers me with.
I can live with a little throwing up when I have these people around me.