Mom Sick Leave

One of the certainties of parenthood is that right after your child is all well and better, that's when MOM gets sick! And there's no such thing as a day off. You just groan and hand the kids a box of pop tarts for breakfast and hope for the best. That's exactly what I did this morning.

Jacob's strep throat germ seems to have moved on to me. When the alarm went off this morning, I tried to swallow and thought my neck was filled with needles. Everything hurt; my back, my head, my butt (is strep even supposed to make your butt hurt?). I laid there in bed, hoping like hell Adam would decide to get up before me. When he didn't, I half walked, half crawled to get the kids out of bed for school.

I drove them to school in a fog. When I got back, I crawled right back into bed. I don't remember much of the morning. I vaguely remember Adam saying we needed to make a grocery run, but I didn't think I could move to even get dressed.

Sometime around noon, the school nurse called to tell us that Adreine has a fever. Figures! Adam went to pick her up, and she got in bed with me.

Jacob was happy though. With Adreine whining alongside me, he had the living room, TV, and Nintendo all to himself. At some point Adam fed him supper and cleaned the house. I could hear Jacob following him around, chattering to him excitedly. Thank goodness for caring husbands!

So after having slept most of the day, I decided to write this post. I regret starting it though, because the Tylenol is wearing off and my head feels like a throbbing balloon. I feel guilty for not being at my best at taking care of Adreine while she's sick like I did for Jacob. I did manage to make her a bowl of jello.

I guess it's up to Adam to keep us alive this weekend. As long as the house doesn't collapse and Jacob's not running naked in the streets, I won't complain at all.

I hate being sick.

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