I’m a stay-at-home-mom – actually, you know what, I’m going to just go hog wild here and refer to myself as a work-at-home-mom instead, because I do WORK, dammit – and that means I’m here all the time. Every day.
And THAT means that I’m much more likely than other moms, I presume, to allow my kids to have a sick day. I imagine working moms out there are laughing at the tiny, wee little potential health problems that have served as sick day excuses around here. “Oh, does baby-waby have a sniffle-wiffle? Then baby-waby is GOING TO SCHOOL ANYWAY, GROW A PAIR KID.”
Not around here, oh no! The smallest hint of a sore throat or fever of 37.4 is enough to warrant a day on the couch, while Mommy curls up beside you with her warm, warm laptop, occasionally interrupting the steady stream of movies and video games to encourage you to drink a little gingerale. Is baby-waby feeling any better-wetter?
I may sound a little bitter and jaded, but that’s only because both the Captain and Gal Smiley have been home all day. They both developed a cough overnight, which meant they didn’t sleep well, so they woke up with red eyes and slightly sore throats and the occasional polite heh-heh coming out of their mouths. The Captain, in particular, gets a little asthmatic when he gets a cold, so he immediately spikes a fever, which always makes him feel extra crappy.
So this morning we did the usual should-we-or-shouldn’t-we dance, where we try to determine exactly HOW sick they are, and if they are up for gym class or not, or if they are up for outdoor recess or not, or if they will infect anyone else, or what. In the end, we decided that the Captain’s cough and fever, combined with first period gym, meant he got to stay home; Gal Smiley suckered me into it when she lay her big sad head on the breakfast table and declared herself too tired to sit upright. Poor, sad, baby-wabies.
And of course, by mid-morning they were plenty able to a) scream and bounce around on the couch over some video game, b) fight over which movie they were going to get to watch, while asking me if they could each have a big bowl of chips while watching, like I may be a sucker but I’m not a TOTAL sucker, geez, and c) declare themselves too sick for lunch, but plenty healthy enough for cookies. All the while not showing any signs of fever, cough, or tiredness.
Tomorrow, everyone is FREAKING GOING TO SCHOOL. And next time, you better be at death’s door, kiddos.