September 20th, 2010
Claus is very tired. We are all adjusting to my (lovely) new job, which is a pretty normal thing for a family in this situation. I have different hours, so we had to reschedule who was watching Olivia and when.
At the end of the first week, he was tired. He did not wake up for his usual Saturday triathlon training. He said he would make it up Sunday, and he again slept through his 5 a.m. alarm.
I asked him why, and he at first didn't know why he was tired. He wasn't sick, it wasn't a hard week at work. It occurred to him some hours later, and he came to me. "I know why I'm so tired. I've been working a full day, then coming home and taking care of Olivia, taking care of the house by doing laundry, cooking, some cleaning, and the pets, and then taking care of you when you get home. I've been running the errands like post office, dry cleaning, and grocery shopping. I'm Mr. Mom," he said.
I laughed. Now he knows what I did all day when I was a housewife!
The end of my second week saw me catching a virus. Seriously, what terrible timing is that???
I knew it would happen. I had been warned that preschoolers spread all kinds of colds and germs amongst their classmates, which then gets shared with the rest of the household. A month into preschool, Olivia came home with a cold that had her coughing a lot at night.
For three nights, she came into our bedroom at 2 am, and my wake-up call was her coughing right into my face. Gee, thanks. You ask them not to, and it goes in one ear and out the other. Then she would ask to come into bed with me, and cough some more.
The third night, I said no, and she howled and howled until she got her way. It's pretty hard to put my foot down at 2 am. I'm tired, and I just want the noise to go away.
I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sure enough, on the fourth day, just as her symptoms were easing up, mine started. I thought it was a minor head cold, so I went to work.
It got worse over the day, and it became a fever by the time I got home. I took pills and went to sleep at 7:30 p.m.
Olivia's bedtime is shortly before that, so Claus took care of her - shower, nightgown, brush teeth, story, tuck in. She is used to a different routine (lying in my bed for a book and a cuddle) so this was not kosher with her. She protested when he tried to leave and see me. He walked back in to her room to sit with her in her bed for another ten minutes.
Take two. I hadn't quite fallen asleep when I heard him creep out of Olivia's room successfully, and into our bedroom. "Are you OK?" he checked. "When do you need to take medicine again? Should I bring you some water and pills?"
I said yes, so he went to the kitchen and got me my supplies in anticipation of me waking up overnight and needing more acetaminophin. (Turns out, I did need it.) Then he sat down on the bed to chat with me briefly before letting me go to sleep.
"How are you? How was your day?" I asked.
"I'm tired," he sighed, and exhaled a long, slow breath.
Despite my fever, I had to chuckle. "You poor thing. You're being pulled between your two sick girls, taking care of both of us, literally going from room to room."
"I know! And don't forget to count Inca and Ocho, because I have been taking care of the pets too!" he reminded. The dog and cat are both females.
What are your Mr. Mom stories?
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