My Bestest has been taking extra good care of me for the past several weeks/months, both pre- and post-plica removal surgery. He’s done most of the grocery shopping, school pick-ups and drop-offs, a lot of the cooking, and all of the heavy lifting. Now that my knee is almost healed at three weeks after surgery, it’s his turn to be sick. Poor thing has pneumonia.
I’m grateful the universe has at least provided us with good timing. I just hope the rest of us don’t get sick too. The Youngest seems a bit sniffly already, which is significant. She also has a tummy ache, which may or may not be. Such is life with Eosinophilic Esophagitis – maybe she’s getting sick or maybe she’s just reacting to something she ate. Time will tell.
It’s looking like the elder two will outlast the rest of us. My Bestest is exhausted, I’ve been up since 3:30 am (oh, hey there early menopause!), and the Youngest is crashing. Hopefully a few good threats will get them through the night with few disturbances. Otherwise, I’m hearkening back to our theme song from when they were little – the Barenaked Ladies’ “Who Needs Sleep?”