If I had any doubts at all that my husband could handle the family and the chores should I not be around, they have been erased after this past week.
While I spent 9 days curled up in a fetal position on the couch (aside from the 4 days I stupidly went into work), my hubby picked up the ball and ran with it.
He washed, dried and folded the laundry. He loaded and unloaded the dishwasher daily. He got the kids off to school in a timely fashion.
He planned his dad’s funeral.
Deep down beneath my headaches, body aches, ringing ears, and upset stomach, I was impressed with how well he was managing.
I was not well enough to attend the visitation on Friday night, and he was incredibly supportive of me staying home. I, of course, was quite upset about not going, but as usual, I couldn’t stay awake long enough to really fret about it.
Luckily, Saturday morning I awoke feeling slightly better. I was able to attend the funeral ceremony and pay my respects to the man who welcomed me so openly into his family. I was happy to be there for my husband and my kids. Mario took it the hardest and it touched my heart to see her brothers give her sympathy. They had a difficult role as well, being pall bearers for their grandpa. I’ve never been so proud as to see them accept this role with such strength.
Now, 10 days later, I am finally feeling a little like my old self. I contemplated going for a run, something I have not done since the onset of this virus, but the wind and cold scared me away. Instead, I hopped on the elliptical for a respectable 30 minutes, and tried to do a few muscle strengthening exercises. I’m quite weak, but it felt great to work up a sweat. At least I have hope that I’ll be able to work myself back up to the way I was before.
Not quite the way I envisioned the new year to begin, but if the worst is behind me, then I’m glad to have it out of the way.
I’m ready now 2013! Bring it on!