What being sick taught me

Feeling sick is never fun, but after two days of being pretty much out of commission and sequestered to the basement, I did learn a couple of things.

First of all, always count your blessings! Don't take moments for granted- does anyone ever think "this might be my last shower, my last meal, or the last time I get to hold my loved one" or are we more apt to just rush through the moments? I'm thankful I was able to rest & recover quickly and I'm grateful to my husband and oldest son who stepped up to take care of the 3 sickies and take on "Weston duty."

Secondly, I need to create a "Weston manual" as a cheat sheet for family members for when I'm down and out (or unexpectedly worse). As the stay-at-home caretaker, I've assumed primary responsibility and contact with the pediatrician and other medical specialists, the school staff, the behavior consultant, and therapists. I typically administer Weston's meds and I make sure he follows his gluten/casein free diet and maintains a regular bm/ hygiene schedule.

While everyone in the family observes these things, no one is typically on it 24/7 except me. And just like there's no way I could step into their roles easily--I'd have a heck of a time with AP Calc for sure, and I have no knowledge about the coal business, but I might do okay as interim basketball coach: I've watched a lot of games!

So I've added the creation of a "mom's binder" to my to-do list.