I’m not going to name any names, but when certain members of the Din Household are sick they push any and all obligations aside, climb into bed, and simply remain motionless and unresponsive for 24-48 hours. While maintaining a candlelight vigil praying for this person’s recovery (for simplicity’s sake we’ll call him John, but do note that names have been changed to protect this person’s identity), the remaining members of the household will not hear from John unless he is in need of a meal, Sudafed, tea, his iPhone, his laptop, his charger, or the TV remote.
John will not drop anyone to school, nor will he make the bed. If John feels up to it, he will lift a finger to send a few emails or text messages before he once again collapses into bed from exhaustion. And when John finally does recover, he takes things nice and slow until he is once again operating at 100%, at which time he goes about his business without the slightest feelings of guilt at being unproductive for 24-48 hours.
Allow me to contrast this scenario with what happens when I am sick. It is really quite simple actually because when I am sick nothing changes.
Princess parties still need to be attended, even if I’m coughing up a lung…
Baths must be given, butterfly wings must be fixed, and crowns must be adjusted, despite my flu-like aches and pains…
School fundraisers need to be supported, and Twinkle Time songs must be sung, even if I’m running a fever…
Additionally, laundry must be done, beds must be made, groceries must be purchased, and questions such as, “Are you feeling well enough to make me a sandwich?” must be answered.
To be fair though, I will admit that on numerous occasions this weekend John Din did say “You should rest if you want to get better. I don’t know why you don’t just rest?”
I don’t know “John.” I mean it’s not like I’m busy or anything, right?