I’M NOT SICK, BUT I’M NOT WELL

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Moms everywhere you’re gonna love me for this! Toddlers are absolutely not adapted to “I’m not sick, but I’m not well” time; for them, as soon as the fever is gone, they are back on energizer bunny. Teens are quick to enter and slow to exit “I’m not sick, but I’m not well” time.

Fourteen year old Peggy awakes with an upset stomach. Oh, no school today. No school tomorrow. “I’m not sick, but I’m not well” next day. Long week-end. Monday go to school but milk it for all it’s worth. Three days out for illness last week, you know, so Peggy’s teachers are easy on her. Tuesday, she must slide back into the groove. Nice to hear expressions of sympathy from teachers, friends, and other interested parties. Got a whole week out of that upset stomach!

Now go with me to the new bride and groom. Hubby at 2:00 a.m. “You asleep, honey. You sound like you are not feeling good.”
Answer: “Right, honey, I’m feeling sick.”
Hubby “That’s okay, sugar, go back to sleep. That’s good for you.”
“OK, Lovebug. Nite again.”
Hubby at 4:00 a.m. “Honey, are you sick now?”
“No, Sweetie. I’m not sick but I don’t feel well.”
Hubby, “Oh, good. I don’t like for you to be sick.”
“I know, Pumpkin. You are always so thoughtful for me.” Smooch, smooch.

Six years later Little Emmy and four-year-old Amy push at mommy in the bed. “Mommy, Daddy said that you are sick, and that we should let him help us if we need help.” “That’s right, Precious Princess. Thanks for letting mommy sleep.” Thirty minutes later, they catch you red-handed. You’ve been up to the bathroom! “Oh, Mommy. You’re not sick anymore! We don’t like you to be sick.” “Mommy is feeling better, Lovebugs.” Emmy remembers to remind mommy that today is her birthday! “Oh, goodie, now you can make my birthday cake. Daddy said to ask you but Polly called and I told her my party would be at 4:00 today!” “Okay, Lovies. I’ll start your cake.” I want to yell “I’m not sick, but I’m not well!”

Run the clock forward a few years. Son calls, “Mom, you still sick, or could I run by with the girls and talk a bit while you make us a couple-a-sandwiches.”
“Sure, darling, love to have you.” “I’m not sick, but I’m not well.” I mutter to myself, while going to see what’s in the frig.

Thirty minutes later, I breath a sigh of relief. My Daughter-in-law came with them! She whizzes through the kitchen making sandwiches as she goes, sits them at the table, loads the dishwasher, sweeps the floor, empties the trash, gives me a love and waves good-bye as she marches her charges out the door. Daughter-in-law—the one who knows the meaning of “I’m not sick, but I’m not well.”

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I found this in some papers; it was written a few years ago.  Don’t think I’ve blogged it before.  Not to worry, “I’m not sick. I am quite well.”  😀

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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10 Responses to I’M NOT SICK, BUT I’M NOT WELL

  1. This is so perfect ❤️

  2. Shreya says:

    Hahaa. Last line relieved me.😘😘

  3. Faye says:

    Truthful and humorous. Thank you.

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