I’m now sicker than I was yesterday, but at least the kids are in school. The little germ-laden fuckers.
Seriously, when they get sick I only catch what they have occasionally. And when I do I just get a little touch of what they had. You know, because I’m big and strong and all that.
This time it was totally the reverse. The kids each got sick enough to stay home from school, but really they felt pretty OK. You know, the kind of sick where you must spend the entire day in your PJs but you still have the energy to clobber your brother on a fairly rigorous schedule. That kind of sick.
Me on the other hand — whole different story. I am sick. Unbelievable! I never get sick, and it really is a drag. I woke up this morning and it was completely a choice of the lesser of two evils. Do I stay in bed and keep the kids home another day? This has the advantage of allowing me to roll over and close my eyes again, but I think all you parents out there will see the major disadvantage. Healthy bored kids. Home. All. Day. Good God, nobody wants that.
So Plan B was enacted. I tried not to pass out while packing lunchboxes, I almost forgot to feed them breakfast, but pulled it out of my ass at the last moment. (Delicious sounding, no?) And got them all out the door with the help of my fantastic husband who is also sick yet did all the school dropoffs for me. Problem is, I have 5 minutes left alone in the house before I have to go pick up the kids, and all I want to do is nap…