when each of us are feeling ever so badly;
he lets me rest in bed for hours
dreaming away fevers
while he makes lunch for the sweet little monkies
then we switch
and he's in bed
i'm downstairs feeling miserable too
making dinner
no one complains
over a bowl of noodles and sauce
an early bedtime
no complaints from the littles
darkness and sleep
coughing occasionally
taking turns shooing away monsters
and praying for sweet dreams.
