I spent most of Wednesday in the bed sick. I've heard of moms whose children would have taken the same opportunity to cook all the meals, clean and sanitize the house, make sure it smelled like roses, and as an added bonus have all the laundry done, folded and put away just so mom wouldn't have to do it.
But here's where my reality kicks in.
Y'all - there were no children rising up and calling me blessed. No one who brought me Gatorade and saltines out of a heart of gratitude for the countless times I've done it for them. Certainly no little people cleaning the house.
In fact, I'm not even sure they realized I was sick. They knew I was here - that was certain. They'd pop their sweet little faces in the door every so often to ask if they could have a snack or if they had to do their math.
As far as they were concerned, it was a free day!
Now, I could wallow in the fact that my kids didnt take on role of substitute mom for the day OR I could choose to be grateful for my fabulous kids who did finish their school work and didn't completely destroy the house. I choose the 2nd choice and I'm so honored I get to wake up to these kids every morning - sick or not!
