I suppose it's a nice feeling that the entire household will crumble to dust if I'm not running it. It's good to be needed I guess. I just don't want to be that needed right now. My bed is calling to me, but instead of getting back in it, I make it instead.
There should be fill in Mom's we can call, to come take over the reins while we mend. I know that if I could just go to bed for a day, my recovery time would be so much faster, than if I slog through everything that I have to do. And I know that in a few days from now, when I'm feeling so much better, and every one else is down with this nasty cold, I will tirelessly take over their lives and will answer their cries of need, as they snuggle in their beds to get better and heal. And there is no doubt in my mind, that every one will claim that they are sooooo much sicker than I was. Because really, if I had been as sick as them, how could I have carried on with life.
Ahhhh, being a Mom. It's a thankless job. But I still wouldn't change it for the world.