My better half

Guess who the flu finally caught up to. Moi. I guess it was inevitable with all six kids being down with it all last week. Who was I kidding, thinking I had super-powers enough to avoid getting sick? I am currently sitting here taking in sustenance in the form of a chicken pot pie, but all in all I feel like one achey ball of crappola. Fever, sore throat, my chest hurts, body aches, a headache that won't let up despite having taken both Advil and Tylenol . . . even my skin hurts.

But enough of that.

What I really wanted to say is that sadly, sometimes it takes something like this to make one realize their good fortune. Specifically for me, what a wonderful husband I really have.

I suddenly feel ashamed of all the complaining and falling apart I've done while Michael has undergone chemo. I suddenly have a sense of appreciation for what it's like for him, 'cuz man do I feel like I've been hit by a truck, and I'm sure it's only a fraction of what he must feel like every other week.

This past weekend, he got up with the kids both Saturday and Sunday morning and let me sleep in. When I rolled out of bed around 8:00, he had breakfast going and my coffee sitting on the counter. And that was before I even felt like I was coming down with something. He's been doing just about all the cooking on the weekends lately, too. Fortunately, he enjoys it, which I do not, and he's very good at it too. We've been enjoying some delicious new dishes as he tries out new recipes.

Today he's home from work. He rescheduled a doctor appointment so he could stay here and deal with the kids. He let me languish in bed for most of the morning without a word of complaint. He went to the store and bought me cough medicine and OJ and ice cream.

I am counting my lucky stars right now.