If Jason were to come home Friday night and say, "Dear, the house is a disaster" (he wouldn't, but if he did) I would say all of this:
-Do you know how many times your daughter has thrown up on me in the last week?
(A lot. Enough that she ran out of clean pajamas and I am out of clean pants, and I've had to change her bedding three times ... two of those times in the middle of the night.)
-Do you know how much sleep I've had the last two nights?
(Not enough. This morning when I was up at 4:30 doing laundry to guarantee that the little lady would have a clean pair of pjs for after she threw up again, I might have shed a tear.)
-Did you know that I've been on high alert watching our little lady so that if her symptoms of RSV get worse I will know to take her to the hospital?
(Of course he knows, and we both wonder why it is that Em only really gets sick when he goes out of town.)
-Did you know that I really really really missed you this week?
(He knows this too, because I've told him so more than once.)
-Did you know that even though she feels lousy, your little girl smiles for everyone, and smiles the most when she watches American Idol?
Em is sick. If she gets worse, it's likely a hospital visit.
I asked the doctor today, "Is it a matter of when she gets worse and not if?"
The doctor crossed her fingers and said, "Let's hope for if she gets worse."
Have you ever heard that when you're stressed you gain belly weight?
I've been stressed now for a while...like a year...I don't stand a chance do I.
My sister saves my life.
She comes over so that I can shower.
She goes to the store and buys me milk.
She buys Emily new pajamas.
And tonight she will be bringing me dinner from Olive Garden. (Maybe stress isn't really my problem.)
I'm just here folding laundry if you need me for anything.