
Being taken care of when you’re sick is a wonderful thing. It helps to know that when you can’t do for yourself, someone is there to step in and make sure the house is kept clean, food is prepared for you (and the rest of the healthy ones), and that all you need to worry about it getting your medicine on time and commanding the remote control.
However. HOWEVER. There comes a point in time when you know you’re feeling a little better and could do a little more than what you’ve been doing, but gosh darnit, having people wait on you hand and foot and be at your beck and call is just plain old heaven.
E.B.’s free pass on “milking” his sickness has expired. He can play just fine, climb all over the furniture, etc., but can’t bring me his cup when he wants a refill. Picking up the toys he has littered the house with “makes his arms hurt”, and disrespect is being served up to me everytime he doesn’t want to take a bath, go to bed, etc.
And I? Am done.
And he? Is doing much, much better. And it is time to nip the milking of the sickness in the bud.

