This past week, I got a text from my sister that read "2/2 PARENTS DOWN" aka both parents were sick aka the apocalypse. This is how the night went down:

I went into full mom-mode.

I drove 20 minutes through rush hour traffic to get them the special chicken soup that they love.

Once I got home, I sat mom down in front of Hallmark and dad in front of ESPN and they both fell asleep.

I took 80 probiotics and Lysol-ed myself.

I found myself staring at them to make sure they wouldn't stop breathing.

Meanwhile, my little sister was at a party so I was stressing about her making it home and making curfew.

I also had to manage the dogs.

Once they were in bed and passed out on cold medicine, I laid in bed wide-eyed worrying about them.

It is safe to say that I now have a full understanding of why my parents get so stressed out when I am sick. It is a lot of hard work and I am so thankful that they care for me how they do (and that they are healthy now).