Project Optimism: Thank God for My Husband

Okay, guys, it was bound to happen. With all of the germs flying around the universe, and half of them making themselves comfortable in my home, it was only a matter of time before I caught a few of them. And caught them I did.

I’ll spare you the details; just know that my husband really came through. When I crawled back into bed for the 28th time, reached for the man who was also having a restless night because he, too, is sick, I begged him, “Please don’t leave me today.” And you know what? He didn’t. It may have had something to do with my incessant groaning, I’m dyyyyyying…” but whatever, he stayed.

He got up with both kids, got them fed, dealt with Ella’s “MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!” tantrums for the first hour she was awake. He fielded phone calls, made arrangements for a grandparent to take our son to his YMCA sports class, and his bedside service was sweet. Although, I will look before I sip the next time; Pedialyte is for kids for a reason. GROSS. Hey, he tried.

I remember us saying the words, “For better or for worse. In sickness and in health,” almost 7 years ago, but I didn’t really need him to make good on that promise until today. To all of the mommies out there who are battling this horrendous flu season, may you stay well. And if you can’s stay well, at least find someone who will hold your hair back as you beg for imminent death while kneeling at your toilet.

In other words, you feel like you’re in labor, but there’s no baby at the end of this pain.