Pity my poor husband who is constantly suffering from unsuccessful telepathic requests and feedback. Our children, since they are half-mortal, also have problems willing illnesses and problems away until a more convenient time. I forget these things. I forget he is mortal and they are at least half mortal.
Our daughter is finally back to school after two days of fever. These two days caused her to miss a great field trip among other events. Had it been me, I would have shoved that fever down to where no thermometer would have found it. But alas, Marne and I are like that. She's my best friend and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, when she needs to. We can't always understand why the rest of our family cannot do the same. We look at it as a skill. We could be wrong.
I remember my calendar was clear for a day or two over the summer. I had a light schedule waiting for approval on projects, no camping trips planned, no neighborhood, scouting, church, volunteer events, no sitter scheduled. What a great time to get sick. This will fit with my agenda. BAM! Achies, fever, grumpy, migraines.
Meanwhile, my husband tries to keep up with the hamsters running amok in my brain throughout the day. Since I spin around and usually come back around to the beginning, he's learned to just wait it out and move onto other tasks that I have forgotten the importance of, or forgotten altogether. He quietly slips in and removes daily obstacles, upcoming disasters and sets us up for more fun without any word from me.
Perhaps he's more Uncle Arthur than Darren Stevens after all.
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