SURPRISE! It was not to be.
Doc H was finally home for a weekend and without call only to have our home penetrated by the flu bug. The Norman Rockwell painting crashed and burned. We resorted to quarantining the infected. Doc H was in doc mode (well, more of RN mode) all weekend. Day and night he was monitoring fevers that went as high as 103, dosing out the ibuprofin, and schleping up and down the stairs with jello cups and cups of water or juice. Yes, he's a gem.
I, on the other hand, made sure the non-infected were shuttled to practice, social events, and fed home cooked meals. Divide and conquer, that's how we roll. I did my best to keep up with the house, but there's so many of us, I can't keep up with it all. Some stuff just has to wait until Monday when the kids are back in school and Doc H is back at the hospital. In all honesty, sometimes I just let it go so I can do clean up on Monday. It's so much easier to clean up when the house is empty. It's the only time progress can be seen by my efforts. Otherwise, it's a "put one dish in the washer and two more appear in the sink" type of day. Who needs to be running on that hamster wheel? I know I need to lose some weight, but come on!
Finally, at the end of our weekend, Doc H and I found ourselves in bed, chatting away, laughing at little funnies the kids told us or did and commiserating about the little hardships they are currently working through. Those are my tiny, fleeting "bubble moments". The moments when the rest of the world, the hospital, his colleagues, and his patients are waiting outside our door, because just then.. it is just the two of us...me and my Doc H.