I keep thinking, "WHY am I so cheesed and sad and weighed-down-with-the-cares-of-the-world-ish over NOTHING??"---and then I remember, it's not nothing: Paul is sick. It reflects the depth of my love and commitment that I do not put the word sick in quotes.
He has a cold. It is the same cold the rest of us have had. So he has dropped completely out of household chores, and in fact has gone past the "not helping" line and into the "putting his dishes on the counter instead of into the dishwasher right below it" zone. I suppose I should be grateful for the heroic effort it took him to unselfishly choke down sustenance and then to drag his dishes allllll the way to the counter, when after all he has a SORE THROAT and FEELS KIND OF TIRED.
Furthermore, one of the kids got an ear infection, and the VERY MINUTE that child said his ear hurt, you will never guess: PAUL'S ear started hurting! And when I took the child to the doctor the next day and the ear infection was officially diagnosed, Paul realized he had now been feeling sick for THREE WHOLE DAYS and HE needed a doctor appointment TOO. The level of woundedness he displayed when I suggested that grown-ups wait to go to the doctor until they have something the doctor can treat, rather than going when they feel kind of icky and want extra sympathy and drama and fuss made over them.... Well, let's not discuss it. This topic always going to be a touchy spot in our marriage.
I genuinely worry that as he ages he will get some sort of long-term or chronic illness, because then I would be bound by the terms of our contract to deal with it. Which reminds me once again of the loophole.
Life-improving products, part 4 - (Continued from part 1, part 2, and part 3.) Stearns Youth Life Vest (photo from Amazon.com). I’d been too scared to take the kids to any body of water oth...