Saturday, April 15

Easter Bunny Prep

Just as I'm recovering from an almost 2 week sinus/ear infection, poor John has gone and caught a strain of it. His particuarly variety seems a little more like the flu with the body aches and feeling cold all the time. He's such the trooper, that he let me run out for about 2 hours this morning for a quick pow-wow with a couple of girls from the PTA (rather than discuss business, we got pedicures ;) I rushed right home, feeling bad for staying out longer than I'd intended, and Oh me, Oh my, the fire department had a call. So guess which sick member of the family loaded up two kids and hauled over to the action?! I wasn't feeling quite so sympathetic by the time I got him on the phone and realized where everybody was.

He returned home with the kids in tow shortly after, and I fed the kids a quick lunch and toted them to the grocery store with me, under the guise of keeping them out of John's hair so he could rest. A couple of hours later when we returned, John was again recovered enough to be fooling around with getting his four-wheeler loaded in the back of his pickup truck. As soon as I pulled in the driveway, the illness returned and in he came to the couch for me to fix him a bite to eat.

While he was resting, yet again, I told him that I needed to make a quick run to the Dollar Store. I had depleted my stash of Easter basket supplies as my kids have been losing way too many teeth this month. I had been all set, but I've dipped into the selection one too many times and there wasn't much left. I told him to stay where he was and I'd be back within the hour. When I returned for the final time, there he was, putzing around the yard picking up the winter's worth of debris that had blown into the brush surrounding our yard. He told me that although he felt terrible, he really needed to run to KMart to get some mud flaps for his truck. This appears to be an emergency of some sort, because he's been fretting about it for the whole 1-1/2 weeks he's owned the truck! He left about 5:30pm, and it's now almost 8:30pm, and my guess is he's going to collapse in bed the moment he stumbles through the door.

One thing I can say for him though...he doesn't hang around the house and bellyache about being sick. He figures he might just as well be getting things done while he's miserable as lying in bed being miserable. Well, unless getting things done would be the "Honey-Do" list I have going for him on the side of the refrigerator!

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Anonymous said...

Sounds like your John handles being under the weather quite well.

When I'm not feeling up to par, I normally lounge around and catch as much rest as I can get.

- Debbie Stewart

meh said...

I'm not sure if I should feel more sorry for him....or you! :-)