Just What I Needed

I had one goal last night, get a good night's sleep so I would wake up feeling better.  I got a pretty good night's sleep, but I woke up feeling worse.  Much worse.  I ached all over, I was dizzy, hot, and pretty much thought I might die.  All I wanted to do was crawl in bed and have my mommy take care of me.  Instead, I reminded myself that I am thirty, and have kids of my own that need their mommy to pull it together.  I accepted the cup of coffee that Nick handed me, and tried to put on a brave face.  He could tell something was up, and asked me how I felt.  I burst into tears.

Although I try to conduct myself with a little grace and decorum, I do a lousy job.  Any time I feel slightly of kilter, whether it's because I'm mad, moved, or in this case, sick, my emotions get the best of me and I fall apart.  This never serves me well, especially when I'm trying to win an argument and have valid points that no one can hear through my tears.  Another story.  This morning was no different, and I knew there was no point in fighting it.

Luckily for me, my husband knew just what I needed.  I didn't want a tissue, or a cheek turned the other way.  I wanted to be taken care of.  Nick held his arms open, and I fell into them like I was coming home.  I sobbed on his chest, and though I am sure he was smiling, he never let on that he felt anything other than really bad for me.  After I eventually got a grip, he loaded the kids' stuff up for school, put on their shoes and jackets, and started my car.  It was all he could do, but it was wonderful.  In case you are wondering, I did end up surviving the day, and I have my husband to thank for his beautiful insight into just what I needed.