I have one job on this ship

My husband and I are movie quoters. We once decided that even though we have no real desire to be on a reality TV show, we wouldn't ever be accepted because so much of what we say comes from somewhere else. One of my particular favorite lines to use is "I have one job on this ship, it's "stupid" but I'm going to do it." It comes in quite handy anytime you got to do a job that is annoying to yourself or those around you.

That isn't to say that I truly only have one job, I know that I have many. However, months ago I hurt my foot and in an effort to "fix" it I've spend the last several weeks unable to perform most of my regular household duties. I've still been able to do some "mom" stuff, but I've needed help with cleaning, dishes, laundry, cooking, and anything else that requires standing or walking. My supercalifragilistic family has totally stepped up and helped out.

In eleven years of parenting there is a job that has always been mine. It is to clean up after a certain kind of messy smelly sick. Yep, that is my one job and up to this point I've always been able to do it. Dad helps with baths and comfort and I do the smelly bits. Last night I lay in bed unable to walk because my foot hurt so badly and Dad did my one stupid job. I'm sure he wanted to call it a lot more strongly worded things than stupid. But he didn't. He was a trooper and did the jobs of bath, comfort, and cleanup more than once. Then he got up and went to work today with an almost smile on his face (though that might have been because he was leaving to a place that will leave him little chance of cleaning up smelly messes for most of the day).

On this week after Thanksgiving I'm grateful that he was willing to do his one stupid job in order to help me when I needed it. Even though I don't like sickies I'm grateful for someone else being willing to help out with my one job, whether it is stupid or not.