We are sick. Well...Jack, Claire and I are sick.
This morning as I was laying in bed I had a quick flashback to what being sick meant before kids.
Yeah, it still sucked...I felt awful and it would mess up my work day (and really messed things up in the days before I was able to work from home) and I hated it. Being sick is never fun.
But...(and this is a big but!) I could stay home and SLEEP IT OFF. I could wallow in my sickness in a giant bed, by myself, only getting up to move to the couch and put on a movie that I would then watch the whole way through. I would ask my mom or Charles to bring me Gatorade and maybe a popsicle or two. I would eat these in peace and then leisurely check my email and then go back to the bed. By myself.
Not anymore.
Today I write this from the couch as the baby plays on the ground, which she will often due for long stretches of time. When she's sick though, I am lucky to get 10 minutes from her. Jack is watching The Pink Panther. I have been trying to watch less TV but on days when Jack is sick/especially grumpy I am ridiculously grateful to whoever invented the TV and grateful for the fact that we have one and the electricity to run it...because I think it's safe to say that the TV won't be turned off today.
The house is extra messy, I can't imagine finding the energy to dress everyone, and the thought of actually leaving the house to run an errand makes my head spin. I have an arsenal of wipes ready to collect all the snot two small children can produce (guess what - it's a lot of snot). I am insanely grateful for our health and I can't wait until it returns.
It's likely that we'll spend the day in our pajamas, watching Scooby-Doo and on-demand train movies while I beg the kids to nap.
And actually...that doesn't sound a whole lot different than our healthy days!
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