I'm sick

Being a mom and being sick is probably the worst thing ever. I've been sick with a cold now for three days and it is progressively getting worse. It's days like this that I wish I had a blow gun and had good aim.

.....I wake up to pitter patter, pitter patter. Then all of a sudden a small, but anvil like hand hits my face with a loud "moooooooom". This would be a perfect time to pull out my hidden away but easily accessible blow gun. I pull it out, the ammo being tiny arrows, tip filled with tranquilizer. Shwoosh ting. One child down. One child to go. Then the eldest child rushes in,  jumps on my bed, and another tiny arrow flys through my little blow gun and now both children are down. At least that's what happened in my day dream.....

But unlike my day dream, that fist really did hit my face. And I really had to get up, more like drag myself out of bed. Walk into the kitchen with both children under my feet almost taking me out because my head is so fuzzy and I can't really tell where I am or where I am going. Both children yelling at me to get them food, making the sinus headache I woke up with much more intense. I then pursue to haphazardly throw cereal into bowls, pour milk, turn on a movie, and head back to bed to try and get more rest before they finish eating and get bored.

I think that like the workplace moms should get sick days. Days when you are so sick that you can't function. You call into the workplace and take a sick day, thus giving you the day off and some much needed rest. Right? Anybody with me?

But alas, there is no such number, and no such day. We moms have to trudge through the day whether we feel good or not. There are no sick days, vacation days, or paid time off. But fortunately there is a trade off. You get to experience moments of pure joy. Even though this morning was really hard. And I felt horrible and the kids didn't care. There was a moment where my 3 year old Miss E came and wrapped her arms around me and said "I love you mommy! sorry you don't feel good." Those are the moments that make everything right in the world. So I thank my Heavenly Father for the opportunities to experience sorrow so that I might feel joy, sickness so that I might have health.

Wishing you all good health
Meg