WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! (but we didn't...)

Well the sick baby led to a sick mommy. And a sick daddy. The only “perk” to the situation is that my son was with his father for the weekend and able to just stay there an extra day to avoid the situation.

I saw a link about how “fun” it is to look through decorating books, read, watch tv, take warm baths, and try to relax on a sick day. You know, “make the best of it”. If I hadn’t been completely exhausted from suffering from a horrible case of Montezuma’s revenge while taking care of a baby in similar form – I’d have doubled over in laughter.

Read a book? Take a long bath? I was just glad my husband was rinsing out the bathroom trash can after he had to commandeer it MacGyver style in a moment of panic at 3 am!

The truth is, for any parent that gets sick when their child is sick, there is no relaxing or bathing. Well, maybe for the child. She was getting 2 or 3 baths a day thanks to her situation and I finally realized Monday, I hadn’t seen the shower since Thursday. I’d been consumed by poo and puke.

I read books I suppose. We read “Where’s My Puppy” until I puked. Literally. Then we spent the rest of the morning rotating “Brown Bear Brown Bear, What Do You See?” and “Hug”.

Think about decorating the house? I did lay on the couch with the sick baby passed out across my chest noticing that my dining room paint color was matching her diapers. I did decide if I lived through the illness that I’d like that changed. Only because I never want to see that color again. Not because I spent the morning comparing paint chips and valences on Martha Stewart’s website.

And watching TV? Do you know what is worse than having to endure hours upon hours of Elmo and his grating voice singing his stupid songs while you’ve got one foot in the grave and the other helping you care for a sick kid? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I might have healed FASTER if we didn’t have to watch that.

So whoever wrote the article claiming you CAN possibly enjoy a sick day is way off base. I’m guessing this is a person who has no children, lives alone, manages to only work 40 hours a week, and has time for actual hobbies that could actually benefit from a few hours of down time when available. I suppose that a Mandy Moore character is most likely the author – although it’s possible that it was a Jennifer Aniston one. Whatever the case, it wasn’t a real person in the real world with real problems who has ever been real sick.

Really.