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Today, I was laid pretty low by a stomach bug.
My darling husband turned the sofa around so that I could lie very still in the living room watching TV, and still be able to roll off and stagger three steps to the bathroom instead of having to round the sofa and dash the length of it. My cat Harley lay on my lap for long stretches at a time, luxurating in my stillness and fever. Sparkle cautioned me not to throw up on the cat. The cat would not like it. Do not make Daddy's cat unhappy, Mommy, or I will deserve what I get. (I hear myself in those statements, and I am not sure whether future statements regarding the cat need to be revised or not. Although, it is true, if my children tease the cat and she defends herself, I take the cat's side in the issue.)
As I was lying on the floor, half in, half out of the bathroom, knowing the next round of misery was close, Sparkle came up to me and stroked my forehead.
She asked, "Are you okay, Mommy?" I told her no.
"You throw up?" she asked. Yes, I said.
"It will be okay, Mommy. Today is the King Junior's birthday. He made many things better. You will get better today, too." She patted me kindly on the forehead, and gallumphed off enthusiastically to tell her older brothers to be QUIET, because Mommy was sick.
It took me a long time, with my husband's help, to realize she was talking about Dr. Martin Luther King Junior's day, (the reason we had no school today.)
My darling husband turned the sofa around so that I could lie very still in the living room watching TV, and still be able to roll off and stagger three steps to the bathroom instead of having to round the sofa and dash the length of it. My cat Harley lay on my lap for long stretches at a time, luxurating in my stillness and fever. Sparkle cautioned me not to throw up on the cat. The cat would not like it. Do not make Daddy's cat unhappy, Mommy, or I will deserve what I get. (I hear myself in those statements, and I am not sure whether future statements regarding the cat need to be revised or not. Although, it is true, if my children tease the cat and she defends herself, I take the cat's side in the issue.)
As I was lying on the floor, half in, half out of the bathroom, knowing the next round of misery was close, Sparkle came up to me and stroked my forehead.
She asked, "Are you okay, Mommy?" I told her no.
"You throw up?" she asked. Yes, I said.
"It will be okay, Mommy. Today is the King Junior's birthday. He made many things better. You will get better today, too." She patted me kindly on the forehead, and gallumphed off enthusiastically to tell her older brothers to be QUIET, because Mommy was sick.
It took me a long time, with my husband's help, to realize she was talking about Dr. Martin Luther King Junior's day, (the reason we had no school today.)