Being Sick

Being sick sucks.  As a toddler, you don’t know whats going on with your body, and there isn’t really much mommy and daddy can do for you as giving Nyquil to a 3 year old is frowned upon.  Most of the time you are sleepy one day and full of energy the next day and don’t quite understand why you can’t just play with green snot running down your whole face.  As you get a little older, you learn the tricks of the trade and how to score some major sympathy points from good ol mom and dad (mostly dad).  They get you the extra blanket, the hot coco or tea and let you watch every movie under the sun.  When you are a young adult, things tend to get a little rough (especially if you are moved out of the nest) as you find taking care of yourself is zero percent fun, but even so- if the parentals are close by, they will take the open opportunity to baby you once more.  Then, when you get married- you quickly learn that the cold effects you each differently, some may even say the other is a bit more whinny… (but who are we to judge, ha!) – Still you have each other and you take care of one another, doing little special things like buying a king size candy bar.

Then you have children…

Then you realize as a mom.. you can’t be sick.

Like seriously- you CANNOT GET SICK.

The world as you know will fall apart.  Okay maybe not that bad, but still.  When everyone in the house is down with a fever, coughing their lungs out, or throwing up last nights dinner- you- oh mighty mom- have to tough it out and take care of the troops.  And yes- that includes your biggest baby (the one you married)  Look- My husband is a tough guy.  He works hard, provides for all of us and still comes home after long hours and plays with the kids.  He’s the BEST dad.  But even him- my rock, my knight in shinning armor, can be the biggest baby ever if he gets sicks.  And normally- this happens when the sickness has gotten to me.  I’ve been overdosing on dayquil and still managing to take care of the kids with their colds, the house, school drop off and pick ups, shopping and worst of all… laundry.  (side note- why does it seem laundry doubles overnight when the house is sick? I need answers) And at they end of the day, when he comes home, you go to toss him the baby so you can take one more dose of dayquil and sit for a minute or two- you hear, “oh I can’t hold him, I think I’m sick- my throat feels scratchy.  I’m going to go take a shower real quick.”   These are the times I wonder why I haven’t killed him….


And yet- we prevail… as Moms we push forward and beat that colds ass.  We get the kids healthy and back to school, we cleanse the whole house and wipe out every germ.  We make that well deserved up of coffee, sit down to just let out that big sigh of “hell yea”


And then someone coughs…

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