There is one thing NO one tells you when you are getting ready to have kids; once those babes are born you will never, not ever have another sick day again in your life. Period. No I’m not whining
too much since all I am dealing with is the cold from hell. But oh, what I wouldn’t do for just one lousy sick day. Remember when you were a swinging single, or just a girl sans kids and came down with a killer cold? You would call into the office, declare yourself too unwell to come in and then the day was yours. Your only job, take care of you. I seem to recall a few indulgent “sick days” that met all the requirements of healing;
*Sleeping in under layers of cozy covers.
*Long quiet baths.
*Extra cough medicine without concern if one more tablespoon would make you pleasantly loopy. Napping was encouraged.
*Hours of trashy TV and magazine’s while lounging on the couch with a hot cup of tea.
Then children happened. There is not rest for the wicked, or for a sick the Mama of two in the suburbs. For a Mom sick on a weekend, there is simply no escape!
*There is no sleeping (it’s fine, I can’t breathe when I’m lying down anyway)
*I managed a short shower but didn’t find time to dry my hair, I’m sure that was great for my fever.
*I was out of daytime cough medicine and feared taking the night time meds. Do you think my children not run wild if I was unconscious?
*The trashiest TV I watched this weekend was Phineas and Ferb. Those naughty boys do get into some trouble! The only reading I’ve managed was on my twitter stream, nothing too controversial!
The reality is a Mom just can’t take an entire day off. Especially on a weekend! Fun fact: There seems to be some magical equation that for every hour a Mom slacks off, it takes three hours to glue your home back together. Besides, sick or not, those little humans we house still require food, help with homework, rides and other life preserving services. As my weekend wraps up I realize the icing on my sick cake; my dear children are now ill and my Hubby has caught the dreaded Man Cold. Perfection. Perhaps now that it’s Monday morning I could sneak a nap?