So, Oliver is sick today. He came home from shuttling Braidon to a writing class yesterday and could not stop shivering. So, up to bed he went and that's where I found him when I got home. With a fever of 101, he surely felt miserable and I am stil trying valiently to be sympathetic and take care of him. Yes, trying. You see, I can't quite shake the feeling that I will get this too and he will be at work. What do you think are the chances that he'll be able to stay home? It always works out this way. He gets sick on a weekend, when he's supposed to be running the Nut House, so I end up ditching all the things I had planned because I have to run the Nut House AND take care of him. Then I get sick on a weekday, inevitably on his busiest day of the week, and he can't take time off of work to run the Nut House and take care of me. Not that I begrudge him the time he needs to recover or that I refuse to take care of him. I just get caught up in the injustice of it all. I know this is a feeling that most moms share, so I think I'm probably in good company. I do care very much that my husband is sick and I am hoping fervently that he feels better very soon because I know he's miserable. I just think that if he could get sick from 7-6 on a Wednesday, it would be way more convenient for me and would not at all disrupt the routine.
Also, it's, apparently, Superbowl Sunday. Who knew? I have a feeling that the men in my life are going to be tuned to the game later today and that will leave me with plenty of knitting time tonight. Maybe I'll go downstairs and watch something on Netflix. Maybe I'll watch the commercials. Who are you rooting for? I usually choose by color, and I don't like either this year. Horrible, really. And we're probably equi-distant from both teams, so that's not helpful. I know some people from both places, so that's also not going to hlep. I just can't decide and I have to admit that I'm not that willing to spend much more time on the decision. Ah well, hopefully the commercials are entertaining!