'Life ain't nothing but a blending up of all the ups and downs.' - Drive By Truckers, 'Carl Perkins' Cadillac'. One of Xan's favorite groups.
Well, this week I've been sick with something, so the blended moments have mostly been yucky. Fever and that drained feeling that goes along with it, like the energy needed to do anything has been squared and your reserves halved. A sore throat that makes conversation painful and very hard to understand, which means repeating for a pain sequel. I have never been so envious of mime's abilities before. Sore muscles and joints, so everyday actions feel like the aftereffects of a vigorous workout.
Life doesn't stop when you're sick, and this is more true when you have a child, and even more true when you have an autistic child. Still have to fix meals, check on him, give him a bath, and more. I have no one to blame here but me - I'm the cautious and careful one, and perhaps if I had pushed more he'd be more independent. When you're sick, you'd like a LOT of independence from your child.
But good things still happen.
I was very tired - bad night sleeping and feeling rough. So I wanted to take a nap while Tracy was at work. I convinced Xan to play in his room for a while, stretched out on the couch, and fell into an exhausted sleep for about an hour.
When I woke up, I felt really hot, and guessed my fever spiked.
Turns out when I slept, Xan had come out of his room, bringing his blanket, covered me up, and went back to his room.
That was a moment that was definitely an up, one I will remember for quite some time, and one I had to brag about.