Sick Days

I miss sick days. I'm not just talking about those paid-off days from work, but I miss getting to be sick with nothing else to do except lay in bed or on the couch with a box of tissues, a glass of 7Up, and a cozy blanket. Oh yeah, and my mommy coming around every so often to feel my head, and ask if I need anything.
Those days are gone. I am the mommy now, and I don't get sick days.

I was sick the week before last. I had a horrible sinus infection, and I didn't want to move. This did not compute with my kids. My husband made every attempt to allow me some rest, but alas it was for naught.
Of course, the very next week the whole lot of them got sick too. The baby, the toddler, and the husband. I made them continue working and playing just as hard as ever though--yeah, right. No, no, no, I comforted, I rocked, I cuddled, I made special meals for upset tummies, and applied cool rags to warm heads. I allowed pajamas to be worn all day, and movies watched for hours on end. I took care of my babes.

That's what I do. I'm the mommy.