I've been fighting a cold that took violent hold of me on Saturday. I couldn't stop sleeping. Never one to complain about sleeping, Jimmy was a good sport and napped right along with me.
Finally, at about 2ish, I called my mom to see if she wanted Jimmy to retrieve the baby when he went to the store to get me some Tylenol cold and flu.
Me: "Do you want Jimmy to grab Viv on the way back from Kroger?
Mom: "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Me: "Eh, yeah, I have a cold. Jimmy is going to get me some medicine."
Mom: "Well, we're shopping for Vivian a new wardrobe, and she doesn't need to be around you. You better leave her with me."
Let me tell you how heartbroken I was to be able to continue to lounge around trying not to cough up vital organs.
I'm so grateful that my family genuinely enjoys spending time with my kids. I love them to pieces, but being off "mom duty" when you feel bad is really nice. Not that Jimmy would have made me tend to her by myself or anything. It was just nice not to have to worry about it at all.
Eventually the medicine kicked in, and Jimmy and I made an incredible meal on the grill and played cornhole in the backyard and built a fire in the fireplace. It was one of those great nights where nothing special happens but everything is perfect anyway and you just appreciate the one you're with.
And then I slept in again on Sunday....and then I watched the Cowboys work their way to 4 and 1...even after some hater I know text me a picture of AT&T Stadium and told me to go there if I was worried about Ebola cause "no one ever catches anything" there. (rolling eyes now).
Jimmy went to bed early, and I read until my eyes crossed, and I couldn't stay awake anymore - I love books that make me do that!
Tonight it's back to business as usual, but this weekend was a nice little timeout to rest and regroup and spend some solo time with my hubby. I'm grateful for a family that gives me that opportunity.
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