I hate it when my kids are sick. Sneezes spewing germs invade my personal space, juice from their little noses running right into their mouths, whimpering complaints of being too hot, too cold, with matching tummy and ear aches. I want to scream Calgon, take me away!
And to top it all off, they don’t even have the decency to lie in bed quietly. They continue to bounce around, playing hockey inside the house (oh why did I paint my walls dark grey?) not pausing the game for hacking coughs nor pucks to the head. They could go to school, they reason with me, but I must reluctantly forbid it, as I am too afraid of the “stink-eye.” The “stink-eye” is awarded to those moms who blindly send their germ infested children to school, adding new superbugs to the petri dish that is the public school system.
As for my well-planned day with 14 items in my To-Do list, the list that I stayed up way too late to organize? It’s gone to hell in a hand-basket, a basket full of crumpled up tissues. Goodbye shower, goodbye run, goodbye checking out the new spring stock at Lululemon!
Hopefully tomorrow is a new sick kid-free day!