So I hurt myself this week. I pinched a nerve in my neck. I would love to say it was doing something exciting, like making a spectacular dive in flaming dodge-ball or rescuing a family of four from a freak runaway golf cart accident. In reality I slept on it funny. In my defense I was hopped on Nyquil when I went to bed so I could have been sleeping on my head in a box of nails and I wouldn’t have noticed at the time.
When I woke up Monday morning I couldn’t move. I looked like a cross between the Hunchback of Notre Dame and Medusa. (Oh I fell asleep with wet hair too, not a pretty look the morning after.) After a trip to the doctor I was put on medication and sent straight to bed, leaving my husband in charge of the kiddo.
Greg is not what you would call the domestic type. Granted, he is great with a grill or a take-out menu so I knew that we wouldn’t starve; but I was a little concerned. You see I tend to be pretty, well what’s the nice way to say it… Type A. You could call it bossy with a touch of controlling on the side. So relinquishing the reigns to dear old hubby took some restraint, pain be damned. Here is what I learned this week:
1. It doesn’t really matter if your daughter’s clothes match completely… or at all. She will function just fine at school even if she is wearing black leggings with a brown, pink and blue striped shirt and orange socks. On the plus side we can always just tell people she dressed herself.
2. There is always an episode of Law and Order on somewhere, and there is nothing better if you are stuck in bed for a couple of days.
3. Even though it seems like it, the pile of dirty laundry can never actually get taller than you. Gravity has a way of fixing that. Living with a ginormous pile of laundry for a few days is better than nagging your husband into doing it, especially if he has the tendency to shrink sweaters and turn white t-shirts pink.
4. There seems to be a trend with the girly pop stars’ videos. One that involves explosive bras… shooting sparks, fireworks and whipped cream. I am not sure where they purchase these bras and what purpose they serve… Oh and I need to buy some new bras. Your mind tends to wander weird places when you are on pain medication.
5. It is really sweet to sit and listen to your husband and your child just play. This week they had a tea party and a wrestling match. They watched some movies and she colored pictures for him. I have to remember how important it is for her to have some time with just Daddy, important for both of them.
6. It is also important to remember how hard Daddy tried this week; cooking, “cleaning”, and taking care of me in general. Even when I was crabby and mean and only wanted to point out that he got more food on the stove then he got on the plate. Or when he spilled milk all over the counter and “forgot” to clean it up. Instead, I have to remember he spilled cooking for me and caring for our daughter.
7. Even if I am hurt I need to reign in my crabbiness. It is hard for anyone to want to take care of you if you snark at them non-stop. This is the toughest lesson to learn, one that I am still working on. So today I am looking for a sweet little thank you for my dear husband. I am thinking nothing says I love you like chocolate covered bacon… But then I may be nursing him back to health from a heart attack. Maybe not. He can be such a bear when he is sick.
a life just ordinary 