The other
day I was out of ideas on what to make for dinner. Everyone had taken turns
being sick for the past two weeks in this home, so I decided to make what we
call in our family, some healing soup. It was enjoyed and I was glad to see
everyone was recovering nicely. It seemed the soup was the last medicine they needed and we could go back to normal family life. (Yeah, right)
The next day, Sunday morning, I was greeted with a huge
punch to the head and I felt knocked out. The thing was I was too tired to stay
knocked down. I got angry and decided I would not allow myself to proclaim to
the world my last days were upon me. Just because I felt like dying didn't mean I had to do a liturgical dance or mime to explain myself. Not today. Not now.
I don’t know
where my energy to disinfect the home and clean up came, but it did. I put on
some inspirational music and began to see myself with new strength and healed.
My kids gave all the regular signs kids do when they are in expectation of what
is coming for dinner. If I tried to explain my exhaustion, I think they would
not have believed me because I had kept so busy all day. My insides gave way
and I collapsed on the recliner. My brain was all like, “Beep, beep, beep, try
to get up, It ain’t going to happen.”
My feet and
my body were in complete defiance to what my mind dictated. Please note that I always
thinks about nutrition first and was really tired everyone being sick. And so
it was, this amazing mom that is always thinking healthy food did the greatest
thing known to mankind from the recliner.
Bingo! You guessed it. I ordered out. I was
convinced that if I started dinner, I’d knock out before it was done and
knowing my kids, the fire department would end up in the house way in advance
before they realized the food had burned and the kitchen was on fire. Everyone
ordered something from a Chicken sandwich, French fries or Chicken nuggets.
Everyone that wanted something to eat was provided for.
You’re
right. It’s not the best meal but we all need a plan B or plan C sometimes. We
always want to provide our family with the best but there will be times when we
have to improvise to deal with changes that just show up. At the end of the day, I was able to knock out in bed for the rest of the evening, worry free, because everyone was fed and now, if it was my time to die, (LOL, just kidding) I could.
My family would have
preferred a homemade meal that evening but sometimes a mom has to do what a mom
has to do. So, for now, forgive me and just please pass the ketchup.
#sickness #fastfood #healthy #momissick #familytime
