March 2, 2005

who knew luxury was so sticky?

Charlie is sick. Again. He’s been running a fever on and off since lunch time, which means he’s contagious. But since he’s not really acting like he has an ear infection or strep (god forbid), we won’t be traipsing off to the doctor (ha ha I say that now but at 3:00 am he will wake up crying and then see where I’m off to in the morning . . . )

But no school tomorrow. Again.

At dinner I said, It’s a good thing I don’t have a job.

Yeah, Wade agreed, it’s really a luxury to have you at home. [backpedal, backpedal] I mean, it’s not a luxury for you, it’s more of a stressful thing, but, you know . . .

Yes. I know. And yes, it really is a luxury, in the sense that it is an extra something that we have or do, like a vacation (only NOT like a vacation, what with the sleep deprivation and lack of personal time). And yes, I am relieved that the only thing I have to worry about when someone is sick is getting that child well, not rescheduling a meeting or finishing a project. So it does put it all in perspective.

But it’s still wierd to think about my life of poopy diapers and runny noses as luxurious . . .

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