Poor Uber has been up since 3 a.m. with a stomach bug of some sort. He feels like crud on a stick. He can’t eat even two bites of a piece of bread, can’t sit up, and doesn’t feel like watching tv. He’s just too sick.
So, the question is…why am I the one sitting in my pajamas after lunch, watching old episodes of House M.D., and eating peanut butter right out of the jar. I feel perfectly fine.
Why is Uber’s illness my excuse to take it easy today when there are still clothes to be folded, lesson plans to be finished, and clutter from one end of the house to the other?
I don’t know.
Moms are weird.