Being sick used to mean a posh day in bed watching bad movies, thumbing through cheesy celebrity magazines and eating frozen yogurt that your nice husband would bring to you. Sure, it sucked. No one likes a stuffy, runny nose and a head that feels like a balloon ready to fly away from your neck. But when you were sick, you could rest and get better.
Then you had a child.
Last year in the middle of recovering from a particularly nasty strain of the poop flu (so named because that's what it makes you do), you brought a pillow into the playroom, put it on the floor, turned on Wiggles and said to your kid, "Please don't kill yourself." Then you plopped him down next to you and attempted to sleep on the floor. Unsuccessfully.
When your (mostly) full time job involves taking care of another human being who likes to do things like smear ketchup all over the floor, chase the dog all over the house with his fire truck and tug on your shirt all day saying, "Hey, Moomy. Hey, Moomy. Cake. I wan cake Moomy," there is not a lot of time or space to be sick.
That's why it is such a pleasure that right now your child is at Spring Break Camp (Who invented such a wonderful concept?) eating gummy worms and dirt oreos and threading little bead doohickeys through little pipecleaners whatsits and yelling "My turn!' at whatever new friend he's made today on the sliding board, and you are home alone in a very, very quiet house on your computer, your nose slightly sniffling and resting.
Try this at home:
What are your sick day rituals?
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