My grandmother once said to me “Men don’t like women to be sick. You just have to keep doing what you’re supposed to be doing.” She also made sure that I understood that when a man was sick, he wanted to be taken care of. I thought it was Outrageous! that such an attitude could prevail today. And certainly not in my relationships. (I was unmarried at the time, with Grandma despairing of my ever accepting a proposal.)
But, as I discovered Wednesday and yesterday, she’s still sort of right. Josh certainly doesn’t like me to be sick, but after he got back from school (I still had to drive over and pick him up), he took care of Gavin, dinner (well, he does that most nights), dishes and general straightening up. So that was nice. But he was gone all day, and that meant I still had to do what I had to do.
Gavin had school and I had to do some work. Sure, I did the absolute minimum, but something still had to be done. When you work for yourself, you can’t just call in sick. And, of course, while Josh was at school I needed to take care of Gavin. So, really, true rest and getting better didn’t come until after Gavin was in bed, and I could stop being a mom.