1. afflicted with ill health or disease; ailing.
2. affected with nausea; inclined to vomit.
3. deeply affected with some unpleasant feeling, as of sorrow, disgust, or boredom: sick at heart; to be sick of parties.
It is unanimously recognized by all mommies that it is unfair for a mommy to get sick.
#1 reason why: Because the world doesn’t stop so we can get better!
When I am sick the kitchen still needs cleaned. Does it get cleaned? Well that depends. Let’s rate the sick on a scale of 1-10. This week I have been stuck at a 6 or 7 all week. What does that mean? Well lets say 10 is a hospital visit. Lets call a 3 or 4 a miserable allergy attack that doesn’t really stop you just makes you a grump.
So if the scale of sick is past a 5 we can say that the kitchen and the laundry are going to suffer. Since I was stuck at a 6 all week not only did I wash the same load of laundry 3 times because I kept forgetting to switch it, but it means This means the kids wearing weird clothes to school and eating cereal out of coffee mugs because there are no clean dishes. Did I mention that all the spoons are dirty and they are eating cereal with forks? No. Well then I am glad I just typed all of that for you.
Life doesn’t stop for sick mommies. So I still had to try to keep up with enough dishes to get through the week and then once the week was done and the kids all went off to other places I was left to recover. This leads me to the only good part of a visitation situation. It was Bob’s (the fun name for the estranged separated from me husband) weekend with the kids and my sister had the entire weekend off. So I was able to re-route all the kids and try to get some rest. So last night was the worst. Breathing treatments and tons of meds. And then I wake up feeling terrible so you know what I did? I went back to bed at noon after being up for about an hour and a half. After breathing treatments that took me back to my sick childhood and left me feeling like a cracked out jitter bug I decided that I would rather suffer in bed in my jammies. So back to bed I went.
I slept all day. I mean it. It was like 3:30 pm when I finally roused from my sleep. And it was GOOD sleep. The kind that makes you happy you bothered to try to sleep at all. What did this help? Well I was going to skip the birthday party my 7 year old was supposed to go to but the sleep was super healing. I felt pretty good after a hot bath and some vivarin. I got to go skating which is one of my favorite things to do, I didn’t let my little girl down, and I managed to even escape to the movies too.
All in all while the sick was terrible I feel like I am on the mend. The proof will be if I post tomorrow about a clean apartment that is ready for small children to all come home and tear it up for the week. We will see.
So this post is summed up as the dirty apartment having mommy that made sure to make it to the birthday party despite her ailments and had the best time skating with her big girl. 🙂