Under the weather. Way, way under the weather. After more than a week on the run for my kids, for my work, for my life, the germs jumped up out of nowhere and bit me in the ass. Hard. Do you know what happens when a Mama of two gets hit with the flu and finally succumbs to the germs ravaging her body? The house crashes, hard.
Here is the problem. Just because Mama has a man size cold, the world doesn’t come to a stop. The house still needs groceries, children must still be fed, taxied to school, to Dance and to Cheer. Dad still gets to go to work and leave said Mama with the other sicko in the house, dear daughter two *because heaven forbid Mama even get a sick day to herself. There is no rest for a Mom. Like, ever. Even if you are lucky like me and have a Hubby that will pick up some of your slack, there is the ever nagging guilt. Lord knows he does is best, but if you could SEE how my baby girls hair looked when she tromped off to school today! Mom’s can’t get sick, there is just no time! If sleep is for the weak then caving to a flu must be for the truly lame.
So here is my question, when you accept a new job, what are the first things you negotiate into the contract? Vacation days and sick days right? So how is it when we take on the job of Moms, without doubt one of the hardest occupations in the world, none of us were smart enough to negotiate in even one sick day a year?
No wait! One sick day and one vacation day!! Sigh.
Life would be better would be just a couple of guilt free days a year. Just saying.