Drew is home sick today. Which, is fine… he’s sick. But WHY is it that I get so bitter about it? I want to be angry about life the whole day. And these are my hypotheses:
A) I am a creature of routine, I like to have my computer to be mine at certain times. I am used to having the house to myself. Drew isn’t a fan of staying on the bed when he’s sick. He’s more of a couch napper. Obviously, a problem.
B) I don’t get sick days. Ever. Even when i call in sick to work I end-up having the kids more than I would have if I had gone to work.
Ok… so B probably sums it up. Today I am going to gather my Christlike courage and get on with my life. Drew deserves a sick day. He should enjoy it. And my goal today is to make sure he does.
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