Wagontrain, ho!
People kept asking me, today at the coffeehsop, if I was ok.
"Yeah, I feel fine. Why?"
"You're... quiet. Withdrawn."
"Hmm. I feel fine. Maybe tired?"
"Maaayebee - you just don't seem well."
I discounted this, attributing it to the fact that I'm not often just 'normal' like other people - I'm almost always excited and enthusiastic if not playful and silly. I have events in the next couple days that weigh on my mind, so I thought maybe I was just distracted and think-y.
I picked up Paris from school and as he got in the car he touched my arms with his chilled hand.
"How are you, mommers?"
"I'm doing great, little guy! ...oooooh, would you put your hand on the back of my neck? I'm a little hot and your hands feel great!"
As soon as I said it, I realized I undoubtedly had a fever. Because normally it is IMMEDIATE DEATH for anyone to put cold hands on the back of my neck!
Came home - totally I have a fever - took some meds, canceled all my appointments and now I'm ensconced in bed and 'resting', at my son's insistence. Paris is trading me his day to make dinner with today and the babies keep bringing me cards and water and My Little Ponies, to play with me. Maddie is playing board games with Cai and I am cutting heart chains with Syd.
I worried about what would happen if I got sick, being a single mom - though I've been alone before when ch4rming traveled, there was always the option to call and be rescued by him coming home. But the more I live this life the more I realize how much this little alt!family works together, how the kids all pull a little more weight than they're used to (and we would bring in outside friends, if we needed to) and we go along quite well. It's a boon and a blessing alike, this little family. I sort of feel like a pioneer, all of us doing what has to be done regardless of tender age or personal preference, singing and encouraging each other to make the work light.
I still don't feel bad-sick or anything; I'm probably just fighting off a little something and I'll be ok tomorrow, undoubtedly. But I'm glad I got to experience the synergy of our family pulling together to take care of each other. It's beautiful, and worth a night in bed for sure.
ETA My coworker from the coffeeshop just called to check up on me. Aaaw, sweet!
"Yeah, I feel fine. Why?"
"You're... quiet. Withdrawn."
"Hmm. I feel fine. Maybe tired?"
"Maaayebee - you just don't seem well."
I discounted this, attributing it to the fact that I'm not often just 'normal' like other people - I'm almost always excited and enthusiastic if not playful and silly. I have events in the next couple days that weigh on my mind, so I thought maybe I was just distracted and think-y.
I picked up Paris from school and as he got in the car he touched my arms with his chilled hand.
"How are you, mommers?"
"I'm doing great, little guy! ...oooooh, would you put your hand on the back of my neck? I'm a little hot and your hands feel great!"
As soon as I said it, I realized I undoubtedly had a fever. Because normally it is IMMEDIATE DEATH for anyone to put cold hands on the back of my neck!
Came home - totally I have a fever - took some meds, canceled all my appointments and now I'm ensconced in bed and 'resting', at my son's insistence. Paris is trading me his day to make dinner with today and the babies keep bringing me cards and water and My Little Ponies, to play with me. Maddie is playing board games with Cai and I am cutting heart chains with Syd.
I worried about what would happen if I got sick, being a single mom - though I've been alone before when ch4rming traveled, there was always the option to call and be rescued by him coming home. But the more I live this life the more I realize how much this little alt!family works together, how the kids all pull a little more weight than they're used to (and we would bring in outside friends, if we needed to) and we go along quite well. It's a boon and a blessing alike, this little family. I sort of feel like a pioneer, all of us doing what has to be done regardless of tender age or personal preference, singing and encouraging each other to make the work light.
I still don't feel bad-sick or anything; I'm probably just fighting off a little something and I'll be ok tomorrow, undoubtedly. But I'm glad I got to experience the synergy of our family pulling together to take care of each other. It's beautiful, and worth a night in bed for sure.
ETA My coworker from the coffeeshop just called to check up on me. Aaaw, sweet!