Moms Don't Get Sick Days

If you have a son, you know that boys are loud, rambunctious and full of energy.  Running, jumping, bouncing, leaping energy.  And they love to roughhouse.  And if you have more than one son, you also know that brothers love to fight, my boys certainly do.

This week our house was hit with influenza, a cold and a sinus infection.  Almost everyone was sick with something.  I missed two days of work taking care of kids and myself.  I still don't feel fully well or healthy.  The kids, however, seem to bounce back very quickly from illness.  They have no interest in quietly reading a book so that I can rest. Oh, no.  They would prefer to yell, chase each other down the hallway and slam doors.  My head can't take much more of this.

My youngest is still in his pajamas and wearing a cape.  He is saving me from the bad guy, his brother, who is also in his pajamas, donning a pair of hopefully clean underwear on his head while holding a lightsaber. I'm guessing my middle child is the menacing underpants villain. These kids, I tell you. 

The oldest has been mostly quiet while playing video games, except for the occasional yelling match with the middle brother because he ran in front of the television and his avatar died. Oh, the horror!

It's true, moms don't get sick days.  I am so exhausted I feel like I could pass out. The Huz tries to help but for some reason these boys come to me for every little thing. Only Mom knows how the baby likes his waffles!  Only Mom knows where the extra batteries are for the remote! Only Mom can answer the phone because they have selective hearing!  Or is that ringing in my head?  

I just want to go back to bed. 


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