Oh. yes, the question was posed- “How do you take care of yourself and kids when you are sick?” You dared to ask – I’ll give you the answer- I’m not really sure you want to hear. It’s sad, but true, the world comes close to an end when mommy is sick. I even had my husband ask me if I was “really” sick. Oh yes. No one really know what to do when mommy is sick. If you try to tell them it must be a sign that you are feeling better and can handle the task yourself.
My sick day today April 27Th, 2010:
The alarm wakes me from my Nyquil coma. I’m not a fan of the “quil” but I haven’t slept in days. I stumble downstairs and prepare a cup of coffee. (aka cup o’ pesticides) Mommy has been watching too many documentaries lately and nothing is really safe is it. My son wakes up and comes down the stairs and asks me “How come the floor is so dirty?” As, if I didn’t already feel like a failure sipping my pesticides. I prepare breakfast and his snack for the day. School lunch which he will buy today is Nachos- seriously- another failure. At least his snack is carrots with hummus and a pear, maybe that will buy me some salvation.
I’m feeling incredibly bloated only to discover that on top of being sick it’s that time of the month. Could anything else possibly happen today, I wonder. We make our way up the stairs to get ready for school. My son wonders where his hamper is, well, it’s still in the basement with all the laundry that hasn’t gotten done because I’m sick. The laundry fairy did not visit- darn. Off to the bus stop and then school- now to get the little one dressed for school. He needs to have this shirt and that underwear and blah, blah, and a banana to eat in the car. We have to put all sorts toys into the backpack for school.I pop a pill or two and throw back a shot of cough syrup. I have a fever and I’m freezing cold. Off to school. I stop at the library book drop and leave the overdue movies in the bin. (I’m not supposed to, but what can I do) I drive home huddle under 3 blankets and watch a horror movie trying to lose the chill. Too soon and it’s time to go get Owen at Preschool. I have them bring him out to the car so I don’t infest the class. Also to cover up the fact that I’m still in the sweats that I had on yesterday. I have to stop by the ATM to make a payment on our home equity loan which was due 2 days ago. (I pay the bills and well if I’m down- everything goes down) . Owen is hungry.
Oh, yes she did-she drove thru to the dark side and bought him an unhappy meal so she wouldn’t have to make lunch. Yes, another failure. I end up pulling over and screaming at the poor kid because I couldn’t get him his milk fast enough or his fries fast enough- and I’ve had enough. I feel awful and apologize. We get home and I check my e-mail. As a class parent I have some responsibilities and this time it was to make phone calls to about 7 parents. I barely have a voice. Instead of asking for help I try to make the calls and end up yelling at my 4 year old for not letting me talk.
I hold him in my arms and tell him I’m sorry for yelling, what did he want? He wanted to ask me why the kitchen table wasn’t clean and he had no place to put his plate. I throw myself on the dirty floor and cry. I pull myself together and call the rest of my parents. My husband calls and says he’s on his way home, he has a doctors appointment later. Will he clean? Doubt it. My son informed me that daddy was almost done with his boat. So while I’ve been sick he’s been building a boat for the town Regatta next weekend, and my guys want to know why everything is a mess.
Basically, it’s all a mess. We all do our best, we all make poor choices and we do what we need to do to get by. I think my pity party is over now. I have to take my son to a develpomental pediatrician tomorrow and my other guy to school. It never ends.