We’re kind of in a holding pattern around here.
Little lady, sick again, just when I thought she was getting better. “Hold me,” has been her battle cry.
Second son, hacking cough again, just when I thought he was getting better. He didn’t think he could go to school yesterday (this was very questionable).
First son, fever last night, cold symptoms today means no school for him. Please tell me, am I the only one who follows the fever free for twenty-four hours policy? Second son doesn’t have school on Fridays, which means two boys not quite well enough to go outside and play, not sick enough to sit zonked out on the couch. This is what a sick day looks like in our family.They’ve been having a busy day fighting and playing. They have already worked their way through Trick Tracks, Lego Star Wars, cars, Kissopoly (a weird Gene Simmons spin off of Monopoly) and Wii resort. It’s noon.
Me, on the verge of getting sick for the last few days, finally sick now, which just means having to do everything I usually do, except now I’m doing it sick. Oh, and did I mention that my Nyquil swigging husband is home sick today, too? Guess which one of us is upstairs napping? Forget auto workers, maybe mothers should unionize and negotiate for some sick time. You wouldn’t even have to pay me, just give me a warm bed, some HGTV and a magazine and let me convalesce in peace.
I suppose I can’t complain too much. We got off pretty easy this winter. In fact, I’m sure I was just telling someone this about a month ago when illness struck. It has been cycling and recycling itself through my family ever since. Bottom line: Sick Days=Torture
Hope your weekend is a healthy one, I’m off to buy some zinc lozenges.