I am sick. It’s just a cold, not a big deal, but I feel like crap. I want, no need a sick day but here is the problem, Mom’s don’t get sick days. Oh and in my house it is so much worse then that. Not only do I not get a sick day, but I get mocked…ridiculed for even trying.
I took to the couch with my comforter, my big box of Kleenex and a cup of tea. All of which I got myself cause my ungrateful family was “busy”. All I was craving now, a little sympathy. What do I get instead? ‘Honey, stop blowing your nose. It is ridiculously red!” Yep, that made me feel so much better and can I just add… Duh I am sick dude, if I don’t blow my nose it will run down my face like a leaky faucet. That is far less attractive then resembling Rudolph.
My kids chimed in and giggled at how terrible I look. (and at how witty they thought their Father was) Thanks children..I get you soup, gingerale and fresh sheets when you have the flu. Ingrates.
So as of this moment I am declaring a strike. A sick day strike. Tease, call me whiny, or a whimp, even poke me with a big fat stick. My butt’s not leaving this couch until I get me some quality sick day. I’m sitting here until this family steps up and takes this cold seriously. You know, the way a MOM would. Bring me some tea. I want soup. Crackers. Feel sorry for me. Yes, a pillow would be nice. Oh and a rented movie!
Clearly, I have had one too many cold pills, this is never gonna happen. Just another Suburban Mama dreaming about the good life….while high on cold meds.
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