Wow I hate being sick. I get that nobody really ENJOYS being sick, but as a mom, it should be against the law for me to get sick.
I remember once upon a time when I had a "real" job and I could go home after deadline to sleep off whatever bug I was coming down with. Yesterday I tried to get both kids to sleep and it backfired so miserably that NO ONE slept. I almost burst into tears.
(Note: I consider being a SAHM the world's hardest job. Others disagree, I'm sure, and they can gladly change places with me. I guarantee they wouldn't last a day.)
If I am sick, my husband will cook and begrudgingly clean up after said meal, but there are so many other things that should be done. When I was curled up on the couch in the fetal position, counting down till 5 p.m., Leah took that opportunity to empty our large toy box (aka a Rubbermaid bin) and climb in. The toys are still covering the living room floor.
I really was going to clean bathrooms and wash our sheets, but now as I say that from my couch, it sounds a little sketchy. No really, I mean it!
OK maybe not the bathroom part.
And when Momma is sick, my children turn into cartoons. We will live on Disney this morning, move to PBS at lunch and perhaps Nick Jr. after quiet time. I get that doesn't make me a horrible mother, especially considering how many words Leah has learned from those shows, but I grew up Catholic - we're spectacular self-guilters. I should be coming up with activities or something for them to do. Ha!
Maybe we'll play clean-up later...
If I were king
If I had everything
If I had you then I would give you your dreams
If I were giant-sized, on top of it all
Then tell me what in the world I would sing for
If I had it all