Monday, February 01, 2010

No rest for the weary...

I woke up this morning, reluctantly opened one eye, and immediately though, "Oh, shit." My throat was scratchy, I could only breathe through one nostril, and the glands in my neck were swollen and tender. Yep...I have somehow managed to catch a cold. For a working mom (and show me a mom who ISN'T a working mom!), getting sick is one of the worst things that can happen. Personally, I would rather have all three of my children walking around throwing up their guts with their limbs falling off than get sick myself. The problem is that a mom is not allowed to be sick. If I could shut the blinds, lock the door, and hibernate in my bedroom until I felt better, all would be well. I would come out happy and fresh...a perfect Pollyanna of a mother. But no...a mom is not allowed to be sick. A mom is not allowed to take a nap. A mom is not allowed to cuddle up with a blankie and a cup of chicken soup and watch trash TV until she feels better. No siree...a mom must plow through. A mom must get out of bed, get dressed, and start her day. A mom must feed the screaming cat. A mom must pack her son's lunch. A mom must feed and dress her children, even though every particle of her being is screaming, "Let the little urchins run around naked!! They can eat cat food for all I care!!" A sick mom's mind goes to terrible places.

At least it is not a stomach bug this time. That is the worst. You would think throwing up would ellicit a tiny fraction of sympathy from my children. Nope...they are as cold-hearted as the day is long. The last time I had the stomach bug, I was sprawled out on the bathroom with my head IN the toilet paying homage to the porcelain gods, when I suddenly felt Lucas' presence behind me.

"Momma?" he whispered. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, honey. Momma is ok. I am just a little sick." Though I was certain at that moment that I was going to die that very night, I thought seeing me in this predicament had scared Lucas. I was trying to calm his fears.

"Ok." He started to walk away, then turned. "Can....?"

I expected to hear "Can I get you anything, mom." or "Can I do anything to help you, mom?" or "Can I pick up all of my toys and put them away so you don't have to worry about it, mom?" But no...that is not what Lucas had in mind. Instead I heard...

"Mom...can you get me a glass of juice?"

No rest for the weary.


Jennifer said...

LOL... Right On Sista! Our kids dont care when "us" Moms get sick but I'll give you some hope... its gets a teeny tiny better when they get alittle older.

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