I was sick for about a week. I had headaches that would render me to my bed. I had stomach aches that would render me to the bathroom. I would resurface for an hour and then my body would tell me to go back to hiding.
The day I resurfaced for good, I realized how important it is for a mom to be present.
While washing the dirty dishes, I watched my one son grab a dirty cup from the sink and fill it with warm water and drink water.
I watched my daughter pick up broken chips off the dirty kitchen floor and eat them.
I watched my other son put a stool on a chair and climb to the food pantry and get an open bag of almonds to eat.
I found Lego's in the fridge.
Clearly fending for themselves made them scavengers.
Then I took them out of the house and that is when I discovered that sickness takes away part of your brain. I am still not sure how it happens and where it goes, but it was almost like I was listening to myself and I kept thinking, that is a bad idea. Yet I let it all happen.
I'm not spilling those secrets, but it ended with this.
We went home immediately after this picture was taken and I didn't let us leave again till the next day when my brain came back.
And she was on to me. She knew it was wrong and she didn't like it. I kept trying to convince her that it was the new trend, but she didn't believe me.