I have mono. My girl has a stomach bug. Both kids have science fair projects. I have taxes, chores, enrollments, scheduling, more. It is Sunday morning and we spent all day Saturday lolling around being exhausted and sick. Today is Sunday and things are looking up, if slowly. We talked about the science fair project as my girl woke up, able to talk and smile, not only wretch. The boy printed out his papers, has laid them across the display board. The groceries are going to be delivered. The subs are lined up for one or two mornings, making some time for recovery. The plans for the day are more laying around, putting away groceries, typing, printing, glueing, dishes, laundry, another day without leaving the house, other than a quick trip to the doctor for more tests, but hopefully without falling too much further behind.

I am never sick. I am rarely home with my kids full time when they are sick. It is something to learn to be sick and lay low. Not so bad, just different. To say there is nothing to be done. Let time pass. Things will get better. Do what you have to do. Fall asleep in the chair as the boy plays his bass at 8 pm. Have trouble opening your eyes when your daughter asks to be put to bed at 8:15, she herself having just woken from an early evening nap on the couch. Wear pajamas and slippers all weekend. Eat rice and broth and drink ginger ale and tea with honey, first cup brought to you by your son at 11 am while you are still in bed, giving directions to the boy for making tea, which you realize you have always made for him, and for making rice, which you have also always made for him, and he brings it cheerfully, happy to be cooking and making tea rather than doing his science fair project. Ask for and accept help from their dad, who brings ginger ale and popsicles for the girl, conversation for awhile. Accept help from the co-teachers, who will give up their time this week to sub. Let the house go until all the bowls and spoons are stacked on the counter, in spite of thinking the DW phrase should be in the boys’ heads (dishwasher), then load the dishes with the little bit of energy you have at 6 pm, unload in the morning before the grocery delivery, load the evening’s worth. Good news is there is little laundry with people lounging in pajamas all weekend and the girl making it to her bucket for her pukes, boy not leaving the house not likely to change clothes without a perky mom to push it. Trash will go out, and recycling, and compost, not an entirely closed system, even if the people stay inside, tv, netflix, mail, groceries come in, trash day on Monday, compost in the side yard, middle boy trained to take it to the bins, oldest to take trash and recycling to the curb, both boys to put the groceries on the shelves, all will work out, money in the bank, bills even can be paid online, by mail, makes me begin to imagine the life of a shut in or an agorophobic, how a person can live a life inside a house, which until now I have never really thought too much about, now I see it’s possible, if not what I personally would want.