As wives and mothers, we've got it all under control. We get the kids off to school, do all the shopping for the family, feed the family and pets, pay bills, do laundry, manage what seems like 17 schedules simultaneously along with 50 other things on a given day and still manage to find time to work out. Oh yeah, did I mention work full time?
As things hum along like a well oiled machine, you get the news that you need surgery and will be forced to take it easy for two weeks while recovering. WAIT, WHAT? In your mind, this machine has just gone blown a gasket, parts fly everywhere and you see a heap of steaming parts laying on the ground.
Fast forward to the day after surgery when you can go home. Your husband helps you make your way to bed, he brings you tea, the kids are in school, the cat snuggles up with you and all is well.... until dinner time. The daily-schedule-can-do-it-all-hero instinct sets in - it's time to make sure everyone is fed. While you know that by even siting in the kitchen you are doing way too much already, you start to get dinner ready and decide to instruct the teenager how to cook the meal (that's taking it easy, right?). 30 minutes later, while sitting at the dinner table, you realize you have hit the wall and have overdone it. But you promised the 6-year old to read her story (after all, she is worried about you, you were away for a night in the hospital) and so you head upstairs - stair for stair - to read her story. Then it happens. While the little one is brushing her teeth, tears start streaming down your face, and dammit, it even hurts to cry. But you read the story regardless and send your sweet angel off to bed. This is when you realize you have to give up control. It's not going to do anyone any good to continue on like this - no one likes a crippled Napoleon.
A week later, you realize that your husband has got this totally under control. Heck, he's even telling you NOT to do laundry and thwarting your attempts to have friends get groceries. Ok, so maybe you've eaten lots of quesadillas and meals from the freezer section. But in the grand scheme of things, no one has gone hungry, right? You have done a little bit of coordinating to get your child home after school, but your husband gets home soon afterward to make sure all is well at home.
Lessons learned: a six year old can wash her own hair, you won't develop a case of scurvy from eating cheese and flour tortillas three too many times, and a grown man actually IS capable of making sure everyone is taken care of. OK, so you still manage the schedule from the couch and pay bills. But the cat is the happiest it has ever been because it can snuggle with you all day and you have learned that even when you are back on your feet, you husband will STILL be capable of running the show every once in a while. And now that he has proven it, you should make some more plans with your girlfriends on school nights.