Moms Don't Get Sick Days

The little boys came home from daycare last week with a virus.  They are like little petri dishes breeding bacteria and viruses...oh, the GERMS. And now, I am sick.

I woke up yesterday morning with a sore throat, only on one side.  It gradually spread to my entire throat and swallowing was super painful.  I didn't sleep much that night and my body felt hot and sore.  Every joint in my body was aching.  I called my boss and told her I needed to stay home.  I took my temperature and had a mild fever.  I have no time for this!

Since the boys seemed to be feeling better after passing their gunk to me I took them to daycare, dropped Dawson off at practice and went home.  I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.  I woke up around two o'clock that afternoon and had no idea where I was for a few minutes.

The Huz came home shortly after I woke up and said he was tired.  He decided to lie down and sleep.

"Are you sick, too?" I asked.
"Nah, just tired," he replied.

Must be nice to just take a nap when you feel like it.  Must be nice to avoid your kids when they have the plague, forcing me to take care of them.  It never fails that I contract what they have despite the obsessive hand washing and door knob sanitizing.

I'm miserable. My head is congested and my throat is still sore.  I decided I had to go to work this morning, I can't miss two days and become behind on my projects. But the moment I got there I realized how crappy I still feel.

Why does the Huz hardly ever get sick?  Does he have an immune system made of steel? Is there some secret tonic he drinks every morning to give him super immunity? I just don't get it.

On the rare occasions  he does catch a cold you'd think someone poisoned him. He truly believes he's dying and cannot function.  He has to go to bed and he cannot do anything else around the house.

Catching a cold is my idea of hell.  On the bright side, at least I'm getting it before school starts.  It is depressing to know my holiday weekend is probably going to be one of sleep and soup, but I suppose it could be worse.  At least it's not the influenza!

I just dread tomorrow morning. I will have to drag my butt out of bed and take Dawson to his intrasquad cross country meet. Since the Huz works weekends, I'll be forced to drag the little and the middle with me.  Getting them up and dressed in the morning is already a nightmare.  My patience will be worn thin before we even get out the door.

And then the chaos will continue in the car.

"I'm hungry!"
"Can we get donuts?"
"I'm thirsty, Mom!" 
"Can we go to McDonald's?"

I'm already exhausted.  Mama just needs a sick day.  And what I mean is that I need a day to rest and recover.  A day in which the Huz just handles shit and doesn't ask me where anything is or where anything goes or when I'm going to get out of bed.  I need a day where I'm not taxi driver hauling kids everywhere.  A day where I'm not required to cook.  Or clean.  Or do anything but sleep.

Wouldn't that be nice?  I can only dream...

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