I’m sick today. I’ve been fighting something and today I’m done fighting. I decided I didn’t want to fight it today, so I’m sitting this morning out.
I’m pretty sure I “caught” whatever-this-is from one of Master Owen’s visiting friends, who was visiting last weekend. The boy often forgot to cover his mouth when he coughed or sneezed.
I suppose I should be a little irritated about being sick, but I’m not. It’s not as if I enjoy being ill–who does–but I’ve found it can provide me with some valuable insights about my life, my routines and what I’m trying to accomplish.
I know, leave it to me to come up with a positive spin on being sick, but I believe there is meaning in the most mundane. And, what’s more mundane than the average head cold or flu bug? You are left lying in bed, knowing there are things to do but having no strength to do them. Eventually you must make choices about what will get done and what will have to wait. Perhaps you might even wonder why you do certain things at all. I know I do.
Being sick also helps me ponder what life would be like if I weren’t the person I am or if I weren’t around at all. If you are the head of your household, as I am, you probably know what I am talking about.
Usually I’m the first one up and moving in the morning. Heaven knows getting my tribe going in the morning is a monumental task. Those constant issues of preparing for the day–breakfast, packing snacks and lunches and dealing with incomplete homework–keep me so busy I hardly think on the average day. It’s only when I’m temporarily “benched” do I get a chance to see if anyone is following my established routine.
Just a little food for thought. I’m afraid I don’t have much else today, nor the entry to share it. I’m hoping a little rest will get me rolling again.
But, if you’re wondering how my tribe did without me, I’d say they still need me around for a while yet.