Sick Days, My Ass

Sick days? Yeah, unfortunately, those don’t really exist in my line of work. So, when I go down for the count like I have the past couple of days, it’s just not pretty. Not pretty at all. Nope, I still had to pick my snot-nosed self up and motor on with the program whether I liked it or not. And even though my husband tried his very best to help out in getting the kids off to school yesterday and today, I still found myself having to perform my motherly duties even as I lay at death’s door.

My very nice, loving, thoughtful, considerate, helpful (do you get that I’m sucking up here?) husband insisted that he’d handle the morning routine so I could stay in bed and rest. Very sweet, right? However, Papa Nucking Futs has his own idea of how the AM schedule should go, and it’s not at all like mine. One crucial difference? I allow for one t.v. show while they eat, while he decided that the boob tube should remain off during breakfast. That’s like taking a freaking cigarette out of a chain smoker’s hands. As you can imagine, this did NOT bring about happy results. There was screaming, there was crying, and there was lots of counting to 3 going on below me as I “rested” in bed. I cringed as I listened to him laying down the law with threats of Wii priveleges being revoked and playdates being cancelled. I finally dragged myself out of bed to explain the whole “picking your battles” part of parenting to him. Nevertheless, the t.v. still remained off.

I then heard the sounds of fumbling around in the pantry and realized that my husband wouldn’t have a clue what to pack for snacks or what to put in my son’s lunch (since the kid refuses to EVER eat the school’s food). So I once again slithered out of bed to tell him what to pack and where to find it. (And apparently, I forgot to mention that my son needs something to drink, so the poor kid went thirsty at lunch.) My husband fussed at me to get back in bed and rest, since he had everything “under control. ” (Ha!)

When I climbed back into bed, I breathed a very nasally sigh of relief to FINALLY hear everyone packing up to leave. But then the front door slammed shut at least two hundred times as they all ran in and out of the house, the dog went crazy barking at all the madness, and the kids screamed as loud as their lungs would allow to their friends walking down the sidewalk.  It was seriously like a damn circus had rolled into town.

Thank goodness I could “rest” in bed though.  I reminded myself over and over and over again that it was the thought that counts, right?  Even still, though, one point was abundantly clear — a mom’s work is never ever finished.

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17 Responses to Sick Days, My Ass

  1. That is so true..even when I have help when I’m sick… I still must get out of bed to comb hair to my 4 girls. Not to mention something is always forgotten.

  2. dozenroses13 says:

    Sometimes they just don’t GET it.
    Feel better soon!

  3. 1_CRAZY_mama says:

    what KILLS me the most is when my hubs “washes” dishes or “does” laundry… but yeh… i guess it IS the thought that counts… but i think i’d much rather have CLEAN clothes and plates 😉

    • mama2point0 says:

      I don’t even trust my husband to do the laundry — he dries EVERYTHING. I now have capri pants that are not supposed to be capri pants. 🙂

  4. Once again…AMEN, sister! They try…they really do. But even on our death beds…it is usually easier just to do it ourselves! One more reason the hubbys fall under the children category! Hope you get to feeling better!

  5. Rob F says:

    I’m not sure it’s a gender thing, since my wife and I have roles reversed and the same thing happens when she “handles” things! I especially like when she immediately escalates things to DEFCON 5 (i.e., no Wii for however long) with our son and I have to reminder her that she’s not the one who has to live with the consequences of Wii-free days, I am…I also don’t let her near the dryer or washing machine since she too would dry everything (even though most of the things that would get ruined are hers).

    • mama2point0 says:

      You make an excellent point — I guess it all depends on who generally runs the household routine the most often. I always say I should stash a how-to manual around here somewhere in case something happens to me. 🙂

  6. I. Hear. THAT. A more timely post has never been written! I’m typing this comment on my phone through a 103-degree-fever-induced haze. My husband just left for work, and I’ve got a 4-year-old, a 2-year-old and a 7-month-old – plus a potty-training puppy – to contend with ALONE. Not that the hubs is much help, bless ‘im … he tries, but like your man, doesn’t exactly have the “Mom routine” down pat.

    Hope you’re feeling better … I know I can’t wait ’til I’m no longer at death’s door!!!

    • mama2point0 says:

      Ugh! You poor thing! I sure hope you’re feeling better today & can finally tell death to kiss your healthy ass! 🙂

  7. Carol says:

    My beautiful grandmother, who would be 99 if she were alive told me when I was a little girl- A man works from sun to sun, but a mother’s work is never done. That stuck with me always and how true it is!

    • mama2point0 says:

      I love that quote your grandmother used to tell you! Gonna have to remember that one! Thanks for sharing! 🙂

  8. evania101 says:

    ooo You poor thing.. get well soon!! We need Your posts.. 🙂
    o and not long ago I was sick too. Im still recovering what with a boil smack dab on mY “beautiful” face.. lol.. I think You will like this post that I wrote about being sick.. please feel free to check it at :

    • mama2point0 says:

      OMG — you poor girl! Just read your post about your boil — ouch! That must’ve been SUPER painful! Why do things like that ALWAYS happen at the most inopportune times?! I hope it’s starting to clear up for you & that you’re feeling better! 🙂

  9. free avatars says:

    Great entry cheers, You must have a Facebook group for this site?

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