Sick Days

Robbie was home last week. He had the worst cold and just couldn’t go into work; the poor guy looked and sounded miserable. I always feel so bad for him when he’s sick, because he doesn’t sleep well and there are a lot of medicines he can’t take because they make him super ornery! So, for the last week he’s been moaning in his sleep and moving around all night trying to get comfortable. When he moves around, it's not a little, you'd think he was trying to swim or something...he moves all over! He moves around so much and makes so much noise I’m up most the night and if I’m not up, I get accidentally hit in face by him (for some reason it is always the face : ) ) a couple of times a night. Anyway, I really felt bad for him, he wasn’t doing well. So, he decided to stay home one day and I thought that was great…he could sleep and rest and maybe start to feel better.

Well, I had only been at work for maybe a couple of hours when he called me because he was going to Provo to pick up a PS3. He had been online and found a great deal. So, he headed to Provo to pick it up. After his trip to Provo, he called to tell me he was starting to paint our bedroom. Talk about getting a lot done! When I got home the room was about half painted and the PS3 was hooked up, but Robbie didn’t look like he felt any better! I told him he was probably going to have to take another sick day to recover from his sick day! Needless to say, a few days later I started to get the cold (though it hasn’t been as bad). I came home from work early on Friday, so I could rest. I slept for a couple of hours, but I couldn’t help but laugh when I woke up thinking…geez, I should have finished the painting or got the oil changed in the car or finished paying the bills…..Robbie had been so productive I felt like I had to keep up! I didn’t though, I just slept, oh well, Robbie understood!